He brushes his left hand lightly over her hair, smiling at her, then reaches across the table to shake hands with Quentin before the two men take their seats.

Amanda laughs. "That will never do. You'll have to come for tea, and we'll trade stories and advise you on all the best places to shop."

"You'd better plan on more than one outing," an amused feminine voice notes, this one low and rich, with an unmistakable Parisian accent. Its owner is a tall, slender brunette on the arm of a gentleman several inches shorter, whose suit is as impeccably tailored as his moustache.

"Henri and Marie Durant," Quentin introduces them, standing again along with James as the couple joins their table. James offers his hand.

"Pleased to meet you both. I'm James Rushman, and this is my wife Nancy."