However, the box office-keeper, a very affable man, at once said: "Pray, go in all the same, sir, and write yourself to the manager, who, I am sure, will pay attention to your letter."
He went in and almost immediately met Rachel, the woman he had gone off with the first evening. She came up to him, saying: "Good evening, ducky. Are you quite well?"
"Very well, thanks—and you?"
"I am all right. Do you know, I have dreamed of you twice since last time?"
Duroy smiled, feeling flattered. "Ah! and what does that mean?"
"It means that you pleased me, you old dear, and that we will begin again whenever you please."
"To-day, if you like."
"Yes, I am quite willing."
"Good, but—" He hesitated, a little ashamed of what he was going to do. "The fact is that this time I have not a penny; I have just come from the club, where I have dropped everything."
She looked him full in the eyes, scenting a lie with the instinct and habit of a girl accustomed to the tricks and bargainings of men, and remarked: "Bosh! That is not a nice sort of thing to try on me."