"Louis is very crafty," she whispered. "He may make a thing seem as though it were all right when it is not, you understand?"
"Yes, I understand!" I answered. "But tell me, how did you get to know so much about Louis?"
"It does not matter—that," she answered, a little impatiently. "I have heard of Louis from others. I know the sort of man he is. I think that he will make some proposal to you. Will you be careful?"
"I promise," I answered "May I see you again to-day? Remember," I pleaded, "that I am staying here only for your sake. I ought to have gone to Norfolk this afternoon."
She drew a little sigh.
"I wonder!" she said, half to herself. "I think, perhaps,—yes, we will dine together, monsieur, you and I!" she said. "You must take me somewhere where it is quite quiet—where no one will see us!"
"Not down in the café, then?" I asked smiling.
She held up her hands in horror.
"But no!" she declared. "If it is possible, let us get away somewhere without Louis knowing."
"It can be arranged," I assured her. "May I come in and see you later on, and you shall tell me where to meet you?"