"No, I will remain here. But I—I want to see you soon again. May I?"
"May you? Say the word! To-morrow? To-night?" The cab was snorting impatience; Blake opened the door and stepped inside.
The boy colored. "To-night?"
"Right! To-night it shall be! To-night we'll scale the heights." He held out his hand.
Max took it smilingly. "You have not asked me where I live."
"Never thought of it! Where is it?"
"The Hôtel Railleux, in the rue de Dunkerque."
"Not a very festive locality! But sufficient for the day, eh? Well, I'll be outside the door of the Hôtel Railleux at nine o'clock."
"At nine o'clock. I shall be awaiting you."
"Right again! Good-bye! It's been a good morning."