"Now that's sweet of you," she said. "Of course, I don't see why you shouldn't be. We were always good friends, weren't we? and it makes me feel so much more comfortable to remember that we never went in for the other sort of thing."
"There was just one moment," he murmured ruminatingly,—
She turned her head.
"Stop at once," she begged. "That moment passed, as you know. If it hadn't, things might have been different. If it hadn't, I should feel differently about being with you now. We are forgetting that moment, if you please, Julien. Do, there's a good fellow. If you wanted to be good-natured, you could be so nice to me until I get used to being alone."
"Forgotten it shall be, by all means," he promised cheerfully. "Do you know that the address you gave me is only a few yards away?"
"Oh, bother!" she exclaimed. "I knew that it was somewhere up by the
Gare du Nord."
They turned off from the Rue Lafayette and pulled up opposite a milliner's shop.
"Mademoiselle Rignaut lives up above," Lady Anne said, alighting. "It's sweet of you to have brought me, Julien."
"I am going to wait and see that you are all right," he replied, ringing the bell.
There was a short delay, then the door was opened. A young woman peered out.