"Certainly. I shall be there without fail," she answered.
"Very well. I am glad to have met you, Mrs. Dupont. David, I wish I could dine with you at Camus, this evening, but I have an appointment to meet some people at Claremont. Good-by."
He bowed civilly to Frances Dupont, waved a hand at me, and was gone.
"Gordon is a tip-top painter," I told her. "His ways are sometimes rather gruff, but you mustn't mind them. He means all right."
"Oh! That makes no difference. Some of my teachers were pretty gruff, but I paid no attention. I only thought of the work to be done."
"Of course, that's the only thing to keep in mind," I answered.
"Yes, and I am ever so much obliged to you," she said gratefully. "You're the best and kindest of friends."
With this I left her and returned to my room, hoping that Gordon wouldn't be too exacting with her, and thinking with much amusement of all his warnings and his fears for my safety. That's the trouble with being so tremendously wise and cynical; it doesn't make for optimism.