Miss Winthrop’s brows came together.
“That is absolutely impossible!” she exclaimed.
If the idea does not appeal to you as a pleasure,––
he went on in the most impersonal of tones,––
perhaps you would be willing to consider it as a favor. Our Miss Winthrop informs me that the suggestion is impossible, but personally I don’t see how anything could be more easily arranged. I would prefer Saturday evening, as on that date I am quite sure of being sufficiently well provided with ducats––
“You’d better save them,” she interrupted.
––to insure a proper settlement with the waiter,––
he concluded his sentence.
Please let me know, then, where I may meet you on Saturday evening next.