She tucked it into her roomy handbag, and turned to the door.
“I’ll go with you,” Louis cried, already in the hall, and getting into his overcoat.
“To the station? Thank you,” Zizi smiled.
“No; all the way. To New Hampshire.”
“Nixy!” she laughed, flashing her white teeth. “He travels the fastest who travels alone. But I’ll be glad to have you entrain me.”
The two went out together, and hailing a taxicab, Louis delightedly put Zizi in.
“Anyway, I’ll have you to myself for an hour,” he exulted. “What are you, I can’t make you out. A sprite, a witch, an elf?”
“Oh, yes, all those things, and a girl beside. And you needn’t fall in love with me—it would be a foolishness.”
“But I’ve already fallen.”
“Oh, well, all right. It doesn’t matter.” Zizi was absorbed in thought, and seemed really to care nothing at all for Louis’ state of mind.