“Shall we say to-morrow?”
“Oh, very well.”
“If it is possible for mademoiselle,” and Kendall looked at Andree.
“Yes,” she said, “to-morrow.”
“At Marty’s,” said Monsieur Robert.
“Seven o’clock?”
“It is well.... Au revoir, mademoiselle et monsieur. Until to-morrow.”
Presently Kendall stopped. “By Jove!” he said, “I forgot to tell Arlette I wouldn’t be home to dinner. She will have it ready. Shall we dine with her?”
“As you like.”
“And afterward we can sit and talk.”