"Nor shall I," said Peter.
"Nor you will; what a spree! Do you think it's worth it, Peter?"
Under a shaded lamp they were passing at the moment, he glanced at her, and his pulses raced! "Good God, Julie!" he said, "you could do anything with me."
She chuckled with laughter, her brown eyes dancing. "Maybe," she said, "but I'm out to talk to you for your good now."
They turned another corner, into an old street, and under an arch. Peter walked forward to the hotel entrance, and entered. There was a woman in the office, who glanced up, and looked, first at Peter, then at Julie. On seeing her behind him, she came forward. "What can I do for monsieur?" she asked.
"Good-evening, madame," said Peter. "I was here the other day. Give us a bottle of wine in that little room at the back, will you?"
"Why, certainly, monsieur," said she. "Will madame follow me? It is this way."
She opened, the door, and switched on the light, "Shall I light the fire, madame?" she demanded.
Julie beamed on her. "Ah, yes; that would be jolly," she said. "And the wine, madame—Beaune."
The woman smiled and bowed. "Let madame but seat herself and it shall come," she said, and went out.