"Where shall I let you know?"
"Letters are not safe," I answered. "I will call here at eleven o'clock to-morrow morning."
"You are not going," she exclaimed. "You will have some tea?"
I laughed outright.
"Please don't forget," I begged her, "that I have come about a situation.
I am going to bring my references to-morrow."
"Absurd," she murmured softly. "Is—Leslie—also a—what did you say you were?—a waiter?"
"He is the proprietor of the Café Suisse in Old Compton Street," I answered. "I am his nephew learning the business."
"May I come and lunch?" she asked.
"I think not," I answered, smiling. "Our restaurant does not cater for such clients."
"Then how shall I let you know?" she asked.