“I am always good, Madame. I am of a serious disposition. Not one keeps Ramadan as I do.”
“I am sure of it. Go downstairs and wait for me under the arcade.”
Batouch’s large face became suddenly a rendezvous of all the gaieties.
“Madame is coming out to-night?”
“Presently. Be in the arcade.”
He swept away with the ample magnificence of joyous bearing and movement that was like a loud Te Deum.
“Suzanne! Suzanne!”
Domini had finished her coffee.
“Mam’zelle!” answered Suzanne, appearing.
“Would you like to come out with me to-night?”