'Bien. Du calme, mon enfant; du calme!'
'But, I'm anxious, Landi.'
'Ca se voit!'
'Do you think—'
'Ce ne sera rien. It's the best thing that could happen to him. He'll be all right…. I suppose you want to see him, Edith?'
'He may not wish to see me,' said Edith.
'Oh yes, he will. You were the first person he thought of,' answered
Landi. 'Why, my dear, you forget you treated him badly!'
'Then, if he'd treated me badly he wouldn't care to see me again, you mean?'
'C'est probable,' said Landi, selecting with care a very large cigar from a box that was being handed round. 'Now, be quite tranquil. I shall go and see him directly I leave here, and I'll let you hear every detail. Will that do?'
'Thanks, dear Landi!… But even if he wishes to see me, ought I to go?'