He struck another tree with his cane.
“When you talk so fast and use such great words I cannot understand at all,” he said calmly.
Then she fairly choked.
“Are you quite really angry?” he asked with curiosity. She turned her face away and kept it averted.
“Let us go into the café of the Nationale and dine,” he proposed suddenly.
“No,” she said quickly,—“no, I must go home at once. I have a dinner engagement, and I must change my dress before I go.”
“Then I shall not see you this evening?”
“No” (very bitterly); “what a pity that will be!”
“But to-morrow?”
“I am going with a party to the Gutsch.”