"That's right," Valentine went on; "we are beginning to understand one another at last—that is fortunate. Were you going out?"
"Yes, but for no urgent matter."
"I do not disturb you, then?"
"On the contrary, sit down and let us talk."
"All right."
"Have you supped?"
"Not yet; and you?"
"Nor I either. That is capital—we will sup here together. In that way we can say what we like, and not fear listeners, unless you prefer going to the hotel."
"St! Deuce take me if I care about it. Let us sup here, my boy; it will be better in every way."
"That is what I thought. Let me give some orders, and I shall be at your service."