She sighed.
“Poor little me!” she exclaimed. “It is not fair to have to compete with Mademoiselle Idiale. Good night!”
Something he saw in her eyes moved him strangely as he turned away.
“Would you like me,” he asked hesitatingly, “supposing I get away early—would you like me to come in and say good night to you later on?”
Her face was suddenly flushed with joy.
“Oh, do!” she begged. “Do!”
He turned away with a smile.
“Very well,” he said. “Don’t shut up just yet and I will try.”
“I shall stay here until three o’clock,” she declared,—“until four, even. You must come. Remember, you must come. See.”
She held out to him her key.