“Ah!” she said, beginning to understand
She sat down beside him, turned towards him, and said eagerly:
“You wanted to get really to know him?”
“Yes; but I didn’t. The fellow’s an enigma. He’s bad. And that’s practically all I know about him.”
He glanced with distaste at the sketch he had made.
“And it isn’t enough. It isn’t enough by a damned long way.”
“Is he a good loser?” she asked.
“The best I ever saw. Never turned a hair, and went away looking as fresh as a well-watered gardenia, damn him!”
“Who were the others?”
“Two Americans I’ve seen now and then at the Cafe Royal. I believe they live mostly in Paris.”