“Under those circumstances,” remarked Laverick, “perhaps I had better go. You will understand,” he added, with a glance at Zoe, “that I cannot stay for more than a second.”
“Naturally,” Bellamy answered. “If Mademoiselle really has anything to say to you, I will, if I am permitted, return for a moment.”
Laverick introduced him to Zoe.
“I am sure I have seen you at the Universal,” he declared. “You’re in the front row, aren’t you? I have seen you in that clever little step-dance and song in the second act.”
She nodded, evidently pleased.
“Does it seem clever to you?” she asked wistfully. “You see, we are all so tired of it.”
“I think it is ripping,” Bellamy declared. “I shall have the pleasure again directly,” he added, with a bow.
The two men crossed the room.
“What the dickens does Mademoiselle Idiale want with me?” Laverick demanded. “Does she know that I am a poor stockbroker, struggling against hard times?”
Bellamy shrugged his shoulders.