'This afternoon?'
'Possibly!'
'But not for a certainty?'
'Nothing was entirely certain.'
Anger broke through Max's disappointment. Without a word he turned on his heel and strode down the hall with the air of an offended prince.
The woman watched him with an expressionless face until he reached the door, then something—perhaps his youth, perhaps his brave carriage, perhaps his defiant disappointment—moved her.
"Monsieur!" she called.
He stopped.
"Monsieur, if it is absolutely necessary that you see the appartement—"
"It is. Absolutely necessary." Max ran back.