"Anyone in view?"
"Yes—one or two—they say there is a shortage of men, I have never known so many men in my life."
Then presently, when she had finished her tea, she said—
"You are absolutely out of gear, Nicholas—Your voice is rasping, your remarks are bitter, and you must be awfully unhappy, poor boy."
I told her that I was—there was no use in lying.
"Everything is finished," I said, and she bent down and kissed me as she said good-bye—a mother's kiss.
And now I am alone, and what shall I do all the evening? or all the other evenings—? I will send for Suzette to dine.
Night—Suzette—was amusing—. I told her at once I did not require her to be affectionate.
"You can have an evening's rest from blandishments, Suzette."
"Merci!"—and then she stretched herself, kicked up her little feet, in their short-vamped, podgy little shoes, with four-inch heels, and lit a cigarette.