“Oh, pshaw, not if you hold them the right way.”
“The smoke got in my eyes so too; oh, I didn’t seem to care anything about it.”
Then they rose and joined the promenaders, who were beginning to grow a little fewer with the approach of the dinner hour.
“And where have you been all this time?” the man asked.
“In Paris buying clothes, and in Lucerne wearing them.”
“You’re travelling with friends?”
“Yes, most of the time. They went on to Constance to-day, and I am to join them there Thursday.”
“If you haven’t anything else to do to-night, won’t you go with me to the Tonhalle and hear the music? It appears to be quite the thing to do.”
“I think that that would be lovely, and I’d like to very much, only we must be back at the hotel by ten or half-past, for I am really very tired.”
“That’s easily done; you know we can go whenever we want to. What time shall I call for you?”