She smiled up at him, her face radiant with joy. His very voice seemed to caress her. He took her hand and held it for a few moments.
“Yes,” she answered; “may I sit with you?”
“Will you? Come along—I’ll find you a chair.”
He had been sitting with a group of men and women friends, but he left them and, taking Artemis’ arm, led her to the farthest end of the café where, in a little alcove, he found a vacant table with two chairs.
“Now tell me all the news. What has happened to you since your husband died?—good things or bad?”
“Nothing—nothing,” she said. “I felt very lonely to-night, so I came here.”
“Poor little Lucette! And are you happy?”
“Yes—now, I am happy with you.”
“And to-night?” he asked in a low voice. “You will come to my house to-night? You will stay till to-morrow?”