“You will think of something. You will find it best,” said the Frenchman, in a tone which veiled a threat.
“I will try,” said Dawkins, gloomily.
“That is well. I thought you would listen to reason, mon ami. Now we will have a pleasant chat. Hold, I will order some brandy myself.”
“Not for me,” said Dawkins, rising from his chair, “I must be going.”
“Will you not have one little game?” asked Duval, coaxingly.
“No, no, I have had enough of that. Goodnight.”
“Then you won't stop. And when shall I have the pleasure of seeing you at my little apartment once more?”
“I don't know.”
“If it is any trouble to you to come, I will call at your office,” said Duval, significantly.
“Don't trouble yourself,” said Dawkins, hastily; “I will come here a week from today.”