I was afraid that my companion might say something rude, so I replied.
"We are going away from here," I declared.
"Oh," said the Official, "if you have to leave town, it can't be helped. But if you should stay in San Francisco and refuse to go out with him again, it might hurt his feelings."
"Good!" returned my companion. "We won't go until to-morrow."
CHAPTER XL
NEW YORK AGAIN
On my first night in San Francisco I sat up late, unpacking and distributing my things about my room; it was early morning when I was ready to retire, and it occurred to me that I had better leave a call.
"Please call me at nine," I said to the telephone operator.
"Nine o'clock," she repeated, and in a voice like a caress, added: "Good-night."