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"Leave it to me," he answered. "There is a grillroom, where one does not wear evening dress. I was there for luncheon, and I told them that I should probably be dining. Just leave it to me."

Before she knew where she was, they had entered the wonderful building by a side door, and she found herself at once in an atmosphere of warmth and luxury. She waited whilst her companion handed his coat and hat to a bowing vestiaire, and in a sort of dream she followed him into the restaurant, preceded by a smiling and beckoning maître d'hôtel. They were ushered to a table which Matthew indicated, in a retired corner of the room.

"No one will look at you here," he assured her, as they took their places. "All sorts of people come in at this time of the day—actresses from rehearsals, secretaries with their employers, travelling Americans who are in a hurry to get round the world and have no time to change. If you get hot, take off your coat and hang it across the back of a chair. For the rest, leave everything to me and enjoy your dinner."