"Well, not to-night."
"You have not yet asked me who I am."
"Then you are somebody?"—drolly. She contemplated me, speculatively as it were.
I laughed. This was the most amusing and enchanting adventure I had ever had the luck to fall into. "The world thinks so," I replied to her question.
"The world? What world?"
"My world ... and a part of yours."
"Are you one of those men who accomplish something besides novel dinners?"
"So I am led to believe."
"In what way?"
"Ah, but that is a secret."