Cæsar began to sip the boiling liquid.
“I don’t see how you can stand it. It’s scalding.”
“That’s the way to get warm,” replied Cæsar, undisturbed.
Laura began to take her coffee by spoonfuls. Just then there come into the dining-car a tall blond gentleman and a young, charming lady, each smarter than the other. The man bowed to Laura with much formality.
“Who is he?” asked Cæsar.
“He is the second son of Lord Marchmont, and he has married a Yankee millionairess.”
“You knew him in Rome?”
“No, I knew him at Florence last year, and he paid me attention rather boldly.”
“He is looking at you a lot now.”
“He is capable of thinking that I am off on an adventure with you.”