"Where are you going to lunch to-day?" he asked.
"I don't know, Monte," she answered indifferently. "I told Peter he could come over at ten."
"I see. Want to lunch with him?"
"I don't want to lunch with any one."
"He'll probably expect you. I was going to look at some villas to-day; but I suppose that's all off."
Her cheeks turned scarlet.
"Yes."
"Then I guess I'll walk to Monte Carlo and lunch there. How about dinner?"
"If they see us together—"
"Ask them to come along too. You can tell them I'm an old friend. I am that, am I not?"