“Why do you theenk?”
“Because I guess she has another American officer. I think I saw her with one to-day.”
“Oh, non, non, non! That would be ver’ bad. I do not believe. Mademoiselle Madeleine is fidèle. You shall see.”
“Why are you so sure, mademoiselle?”
“Pourquoi?...” She shrugged her shoulders. “Bicause it would be so. If Monsieur Ken should go for three week, for three mont’, for three year, I should wait and be très-fidèle. I should find no other officier américain. Non, non, it would not be well.”
“There’s Arlette’s head,” said Ken.
“No need to wait,” Bert said, irritably. “She won’t come.”
“We should wait,” said Andree.
“Until a quarter past seven, then.”
But a quarter past seven arrived and Madeleine did not arrive.