Janet was a little dashed by this reminder of Robert's indifference to her fate.
"All the same," she said, "I shall enjoy introducing him to Paris, as he once introduced me to Manhattan."
"What, the Eiffel Tower, The Champs Elysees, the Boul. Mich., the American Quarter, and all the other rubberneck sights?"
"No, I'll show him the places he'll like: the office in L'Humanite where Jaures worked, the central hall of the Confederation Generate de Travail, and the Seine by moonlight."
"The Seine by moonlight! Now we're coming to it. Janet, you're getting sentimental. Do you think Robert is coming particularly for you?"
"Oh, no, I hope I know him better than that."
"Then what is he coming for? To see me? I don't think. And if ever he was stuck on Cornelia, he took the cure complete, as soon as you breezed along."
"Nonsense, Mazie. Perhaps he has made a fortune and, in passing, means to drop in on his poor relations."
"Robert rich?" Mazie laughed the idea to scorn. "A man who likes work for its own sake will never have a stiver to his name."
She ventured to surmise that all his expenses were being paid by some labor organization. That was the way with these professional radicals. They traveled around the world on their own wits and on somebody else's money. They never succeeded in making even a bowing acquaintance with a check account. Never. She trusted Janet would not be such a fool as to forget this fact. Now, M. St. Hilaire was a very different story.