The Ghost by Arnold Bennet Chapter 4 Page 7

her to understand that it had made an indelible impression on me; and with such like converse we went in search of Sullivan, while everyone turned to observe the unknown shy young man who was escorting Marie Deschamps.

“Here he is,” my companion said at length, as we neared the orchestra, “listening to the band. He should have a band, the little dear! Sullivan, introduce me to your cousin.”

“Charmed — delighted.” And Sullivan beamed with pleasure. “Ah, my young friend,” he went on to me, “you know your way about fairly well. But there! medical students — they’re all alike. Well, what do you think of the show?”

“Hasn’t he done it awfully well, Mr. Foster?” said Miss Deschamps.