"Nor have I," said Julie, "but I don't mean to. I hate letters. Well, what about it, Peter?"
"I should think we had better try that stationer's in the Rue Thiers," he said. "If that won't do, the Nouvelles Galeries might. What do you think?"
"Let's try the Galeries first. We could meet there. Say at three, eh? I want to get some baby-ribbon, too."
Tommy sighed audibly. "She's off again," she said.
"Thank God, here's the hospital! Good-night, Captain Graham. You mustn't cross the Rubicon to-night."
"You oughtn't to swear before him," said Julie in mock severity. "And what in the world is the Rubicon?"
"Materially, to-night, it's the railway-line between his camp and the hospital," said Tommy Raynard. "What else it is I'll leave him to decide."
She held out her hand, and Peter saw a quizzical look on her face. He turned rather hopelessly to Julie. "I say," he said, "didn't you know it was my afternoon at the hospital?"
"Yes," said Julie, "and I knew you didn't come. At least, I couldn't see you in any of the wards."
"Oh," he exclaimed, "I thought you'd been out all the afternoon. I'm sorry. I am a damned fool, Julie!"