“All right; I don’t care,” said the girl, without shifting her eyes.
“Ravioli and a sweet, and don’t annoy us with any olives,” said O’Leary to the waiter. “Quite a place!”
He turned for an inspection of the restaurant known to a chosen few. Across the room, a party of Italians and Spaniards from the Opera were finishing an early supper.
“Say, that’s Marino and de Segga,” said O’Leary, in a whisper, indicating the reigning tenor and the famous baritone.
“I don’t care,” said his companion sharply.
King O’Leary, perceiving that the issue could no longer be avoided, said:
“Say, you do look awful serious.”
“I told you it was serious, didn’t I?”
“Yes; and you’ve got me guessing!”