“Yes; I shall not stay here. But I shall tell you to-night how my mission succeeded.”
“To-night?”
“Have you forgotten,” she asked, with a smile, “that you invited me to dinner?”
“Pardon me!” he said, confused. So much had happened since that invitation was given! “Of course!”
“At Ciro’s,” she went on.
“Yes, at Ciro’s,” he assented.
There was an ironic light in her eyes as she looked at him.
“I can see you are not very keen for it,” she said; “but I have a very special reason for wishing to dine with you at Ciro’s to-night. So you will be good and take me.”
“Why, of course I’ll take you,” he said, and registered a mental vow to give her the best dinner Ciro’s could produce. “I shall be proud to take you!”
“You are very nice, you know,” she said, her head a little on one side. “Sometimes I almost regret that you do not care for me—but no, it is better as it is! I am going to see that you are rewarded. Now do not ask any questions!”