“You must come out. You must drive. You must see the town, distract yourself.”
“But how? Can a—a girl go about alone in Algiers?”
“Heaven forbid! No; I will escort you.”
“Monsieur!”
A smile of innocent, girlish joy transformed her face, but suddenly she was grave again.
“Would it be right, convenable?”
Mr. Greyne was reckless. The dog potential rose up in him again.
“Why not? And, besides, who knows us here? Not a soul.”
“That is true.”
“Put on your bonnet. Let us start at once!”