"I do not intrude?" the Frenchman asked.
"Not at all. Sit down, won't you?"
Chevrial sat down, and for some moments there was silence.
"Our voyage nears an end, M. Webster," Chevrial said at last. "To-morrow you will be home again. Perhaps I may see you in New York."
"Where will you stay?"
"I have some friends in the wine-trade with whom I usually stay. The little money I pay them is welcome to them, and I am more comfortable than at an hotel. I do not know their exact address—they have moved since I was last here; but they are to meet me at the pier."
"Whenever you have a leisure evening," said Dan, "call up the Record office and ask for me, and we will have dinner together."
"Thank you. I shall remember. And I should like you to meet my friends. I do not know if you are a connoisseur of wine, but if you are, they possess a few bottles of a vintage that will delight you."
"I'm far from being a connoisseur," Dan laughed; "but I accept the invitation with thanks."
Chevrial's face was bright.