“Now I must be going,” said Helen Powers.
“And I,” said Toto; “I have a dinner on at the Grand Café.”
“Why,” cried the Marquis, seeing his seven hundred and fifty francs vanishing, “I thought you were going to dine here, at home!”
“Not I indeed!” said Toto; “I am giving a little dinner of my own.”
“Alas!” moaned the old man, “I had counted upon your pleasant company. I am desolated.”
“Well, bring your desolation to my feast.”
“But——” said M. le Marquis, glancing down at his frock-coat.
“Oh, that’s nothing,” replied Toto; “I am going to dine in these.”
“Then,” said the other, “I will go down and make my excuses to the Princesse. Pardon me, mademoiselle.”
“With pleasure,” answered Helen Powers, and he tripped away like a boy.