“But you can stay two weeks, monsieur.”
He looked blank.
“And you go?”
“Naturally; but what does that matter? You would not be going where I went anyway.”
“Where do you go?”
“To Zurich.”
“Alone? Do you go alone?”
“I have my maid, of course; and I am to meet a friend there.”
“A friend!” His whole face contracted suddenly. “Ah,” he cried, sharply, “I understand! It is that Englishman.”
“What Englishman?” she asked, utterly at a loss to follow his thought.