“Good-night!” answered the man now settled in the centre of the much-befrilled bed.
There was a silence; then the little voice in the rug called out:
“Say, what’s your name?”
“Dick,” whispered the man behind the curtains.
“So long, Dick!” drowsily.
“So long, Girl!” dreamily.
There was a brief silence; then, of a sudden, the Girl bolted upright in bed, and asked:
“Say, Dick, are you sure you don’t know that Nina Micheltoreña?”
“Sure,” prevaricated the man, not without some compunction.
Whereupon the Girl fell back on her pillows and called out contentedly a final “Good-night!”