"If I stayed on in the hotel, could I be of any use?"
"You're not going to stay."
"Why shouldn't I? I've nothing else to do."
"Oh, haven't you? What you have to do is to take that one-forty-four train to Nice, to-morrow afternoon."
"It's no good," he muttered gloomily. "I'm done for. You've made me see that plain enough."
"All I made you see was why she turned you down. And now that you do see——"
"What difference does it make, my seeing it?"
"Why, all the difference. Do you think I'd have taken all this trouble if it wasn't for that—to have you go right away and make it up with her?"
"And with you—can I ever make it up?"
"Don't you worry."