"I feel that I want to kiss you," he confessed.
"Well, if you don't get it done before the waiter brings in those cocktails, I shall scream!"
He took her lightly in his arms for a moment and kissed her. Then she threw herself down in the easy chair and began to laugh softly.
"Oh, why didn't you come before?" she exclaimed. "Fancy Louise never telling me about you!"
The waiter entered a few minutes later. He drew up a small round table between them, placed the two wineglasses upon it, and departed expeditiously. John took one of the glasses over to Sophy. She accepted it and gave him her fingers to kiss.
"Dear man," she sighed, "I am getting much too fond of you! Go and sit in your corner, drink your cocktail, and remember Louise. I love your rooms, and I hope you'll ask me to lunch some time."
"I'll have a luncheon party to-morrow, if you like—that is, if Louise will come."
She looked up at him quickly.
"Isn't Louise going to Paris?" she asked.
He set down the glass which he had been in the act of raising to his lips.