"And now, what 'll you eat? I waited to order until you came."
"I do not know that I can eat."
"God bless my soul, why not? Sit down!"
Max laughed again, dropped obediently into a chair, rested his arms on the table, and looked full at Blake.
"May I speak?"
"From now till Doomsday! Garçon!"
But Max laid an impulsive hand upon his arm.
"Wait! Do not order for one moment! I must tell you!" He gave a little gasp of excitement. "I have seen an appartement in the rue Müller—an appartement with a charming salon opening upon a balcony, a nice little bedroom, another room with an excellent painting light, a kitchen with water and gas, all—all for what do you imagine?"
"What in God's name are you raving about?" Blake laid down the menu just handed to him.
Max paid not the slightest heed.