"Why, precisely. I had sooner be misunderstood than that your hair should not be perfectly dressed at the theatre."
Wetter rose to his feet. He said "Good-bye" to Coralie, not a word more. To me he bowed very low and very formally. I returned his salutation with a cool nod. As he turned to the door Coralie cried:
"I shall see you at supper, mon cher?"
He turned his head and looked at her.
"I don't know," he said.
"Very well. I like uncertainty. We will hope."
He went out. I stood facing her for a moment.
"Well?" said she, looking in my eyes, and seeming to challenge an expression of opinion.
"You are pleased with yourself?"
"Yes."