“Yes!” he answered. “I will let you know if anything turns up.”
They all stood around him. Davenant laid his hand upon his shoulder.
“Look here, old chap,” he said, “no backing out. We’ve promised the girls, and we mustn’t disappoint them.”
“Monsieur Macheson would not be so cruel,” Mademoiselle Rosine pleaded. “He has promised, and Englishmen never break their workd. Is it not so? A party of four, yes! that is very well. But alone with Herbert here I could not go. If you do not come, all is spoilt! Is it not so, my friends?”
“Rather!” Davenant declared.
The other girl’s fingers tightened upon his arm.
“Don’t go away now,” she whispered. “Come round to my flat and we’ll all talk it over. I will sing you my new song. I’m crazy about it.”
Macheson detached himself as well as he could.
“I must leave you now,” he declared. “I can assure you that I mean to come to-morrow.”