“I didn’t think of it!”
“Are you going to wait till she comes down?”
“No,” said the duke, intimidated. “I shall see her later, I hope. Your valet must attend to it. Let’s go now. There’s nothing to see after Helia!”
CHAPTER III
PHIL, CHAMPION OF MISS ROWRER
“I’ll send her some flowers to-morrow,” the duke said, once they were outside.
“Monseigneur,” replied Caracal, “allow me to tell you, you’ve been below the mark all through!”
“That’s so!” agreed monseigneur.
“For a reigning duke,” Caracal went on, “a grand seigneur, a Parisian in soul, to have such timidity! It was worth while dining at impossible hours and passing evenings with a rheumatic clown, to wind up in nothing!”
“I shall have my revenge!” the duke said. “This evening I did not—dare.”
“And the reason is this,” Caracal continued: “you’re in love with Helia!”