"When shall I see you again?" he asked the latter.
"You had better question Madame Christophor concerning my evenings out," she replied. "It is not a matter I know much about. I am sure you are quite welcome to any of them."
Julien found a seat in the broad passageway. Several acquaintances passed to and fro whom so far as possible he avoided. Madame Christophor came at last. She was the centre of the little party who were on their way into the lounge. When she neared Julien, however, she paused and made her adieux. He rose and waited for her expectantly.
"We are to talk here?" he asked.
She nodded.
"In that corner."
She pointed to a more retired spot. He followed her there.
"Order some coffee," she directed.
He obeyed her and they were promptly served. She waited, chatting idly of their luncheon party, of the coincidence of meeting with the Duchess, until they were entirely freed from observation. Then she leaned towards him.
"Sir Julien," she said, "I have read your articles, the first and the second. You are a brave man."