"Don't be silly," she cried. "And let me remind you while I think of it: You are not to call me Bedelia."
"Bedelia," he said deliberately.
She sighed. "I am afraid I have been mistaken in you," she said. He recalled Gourou's advice. Had he failed in the test? "But don't do it again."
"Now that I think of it," he said soberly, "you are not to call me Mr. Schmidt. Please bear that in mind, Bedelia."
"Thank you. I don't like the name. I'll call you—"
Just then the footman turned on the seat and excitedly pointed to a car that had swung into the boulevard from a side street.
"The man-hunters!" exclaimed Robin. "By jove, we didn't lose them after all."
"To the Ritz, Pierre," she cried out sharply. Once more she seemed perturbed and anxious.
"What are you going to call me?" he demanded, insistently.
"I haven't quite decided," she replied, and lapsed into moody silence.