"Yes, I'll call!" he promised.
"Then look across at the little girl and nod," Kendricks suggested. "She's watching you all the time anxiously. The man hasn't come back yet."
Julien turned his head half unwillingly. The girl was leaning across the table, her eyes fixed steadfastly upon his. Her lips were parted, her eyebrows were slightly raised, as though in question. She had been holding a menu before her face to shield her from the casual observer, but the moment Julien turned his head she lowered it. He inclined his head slowly. A curious expression of relief took the place of that appearance of strained anxiety. Her face became natural once more. She laid down the menu and took a sip of wine from her glass. Kendricks looked across at Julien and raised his glass to his lips.
"We will drink, my dear Julien," he said, "to your visit to Madame
Christophor, and what may come of it!"
CHAPTER VII
COFFEE FOR THREE
"Admit," Kendricks insisted, "that you have dined well?"
"I have dined amply," Julien replied.
Kendricks frowned.
"I am not satisfied," he declared.