“My uncle is coming, of course?”
I smiled at her, and she beamed back at me.
“We understand each other,” I thought. “But, my faith, how persistently she keeps up this little farce!”
Aloud I said:
“Of course. Without an uncle by my side I should not even venture to turn out the gas. Would you?”
“Of course not!” she replied.
And so it was arranged that at half-past seven we were to meet at this same restaurant. In the mean time what dreams of happiness!
