"Well?"
"This is the only frock I have."
"The Rue de la Paix is at our gates," he reminded her.
"Be sensible," she begged. "You can't show your-self about Paris.
Something terrible will happen."
"Not it!" he replied confidently. "It's too late."
His arm crept a little further around her waist, he drew her even further back among the drooping palms.
"I think that I like this better than the last time you asked me!" she whispered.
CHAPTER XVI
FALKENBERG'S LAST EFFORT
"Madame," Prince Falkenberg declared, with a formal bow, "I owe you a thousand apologies for this visit."