“And if there’s any real trouble with Landsmann?”

“Yes, I will,” she agreed.

He pressed her hand.

“Good-night,” she said.

“Good-night,” he returned.

And they separated. But they both looked back twice and waved their hands—in the old fashioned way.

IX

“An order of mocha tart, Erna!”

It was Bainbridge Breen who had spoken. The girl left the dining room with a cheery: “All right!” The young artist turned to his friends, Carstairs and Nielsen, who were sitting with him at the rear table: “Mocha tart is still the prince of Landsmann pastries.”

“You’ve made up with Erna, I see,” Nielsen ventured quietly.