"What you will both do," Julien interrupted, "is to come and have supper with me."
"Do you really mean it?" Lady Anne asked doubtfully. "What about your friend?"
"He won't mind," Julien assured her. "You shall take your first step into Bohemia, my dear Anne. We had arranged to sup in the Montmartre. You and Mademoiselle Rignaut must come. I can give you half an hour to get ready—more, if you want it."
"What larks!" Lady Anne exclaimed. "Can I come in a traveling dress?"
"You can come just as you are," Julien replied. "One visits these places just as one feels disposed. I'll be off and get a taximeter automobile instead of this thing, and come back for you whenever you say."
"You are a brick," Lady Anne declared. "I shall love to go."
"Monsieur is too kind," Mademoiselle Rignaut agreed, "but as for me, it is not fitting—"
"Rubbish!" Lady Anne interrupted briskly. "You've got to get all that sort of stuff out of your head, Janette, and to start with you must come to supper with us. Bless you, I couldn't go alone with Sir Julien! I was engaged to be married to him three months ago."
Mademoiselle shook her head feebly.
"But indeed, Miladi Anne," she protested, "you are a strange people, you English! I do not understand."