“Monsieur Robert.”
“You know heem?”
“I told you about him.”
“Yes.... Yes.... That was well.”
Monsieur Robert recognized Kendall, and looked quickly at Andree; then he smiled and waggled his head in the charming, boyish way he had, and lifted his hat.
“Good night,” he said, making a display of his English and extending his hand.
“Monsieur Robert, permit me, Mademoiselle Andree.”
The young actor took her hand and, with a smile that was half a laugh, bowed over it and made some response in French which was not intelligible to Kendall.
“Mademoiselle wishes to enter your profession,” Kendall said, with a twinkle in his eye. “She is going to the Académie in September.”
“Ah....” Monsieur Robert looked at her more carefully. “You enter the Académie?”