Louis, veering towards the masculine, clenched the immediate point—
"The question before the meeting is," he smiled demurely, "what answer am I to send?"
"I suppose you must see him to-night."
"Nothing else for it, is there? Well, I'll scribble him a bit of a note."
"But I shan't see him, Louis."
"No?"
In an instant Rachel thought to herself: "He doesn't want me to see him."
Aloud she said: "I should have to dress myself all over again. Besides, I'm not fit to be seen."
She was referring, without any apparent sort of shame, to the redness of her eyes.
"Well, I'll see him by myself, then."