“B—but, I thought that you had come from a paper——”
Cohen’s little eyes sparkled. “I am François Cohen, and I sell very fine furniture,” he said.
“I do not want to buy furniture!” exclaimed Sarah testily. “I wanted to see a man who signs himself ‘F. C.’ in Le Monde et La Ville, and I thought, when I saw your card——”
“You are sure you do not want to buy any furniture?”
“Of course I am sure!”
“Then, mademoiselle, we may talk of the other matter. I—I am also ‘F. C.’”
Sarah regarded him incredulously.
“You are ‘F. C.’ who writes the theatrical article in Le Monde et La Ville?” she demanded, with frank disbelief. “I don’t believe it! You are trying to lie to me, so that I will buy your furniture.”
“I will prove it to you, if you like.”
“How?”