"To-night?"
"You don't believe me? I'll telephone now; I'll have your future husband here in half an hour. Would you like to see him?"
"Not to-night!" she said, laughing. Then, pushing back, she added: "Are you through?"
"Not quite."
He rose, took from his pocketbook two bills of a thousand dollars each, and laid them beside her plate.
"What's this for?" she asked, raising her eyes.
"For the pleasure you have given me, Miss Baxter, in permitting me to take dinner with you," he answered, smiling.
"Just for that?" she said ironically.
"Just for that!" he repeated. He drew back toward the window. "You see, it was not so dangerous, after all. If you will get your things now, we shall go!"
Her sense of the dramatic was struck.