"No indeed."
He turned and gave her a square look: "You're quite sure?"
"Quite."
"Oh; all right. Will you let me have dinner here with you?"
She said without embarrassment: "I neglected my marketing: there's very little in the pantry."
"Well," he said, "I'm hungry and I'm going to call up the Hotel Trebizond and have them send us some dinner."
She seemed inclined to demur, but he had his way, went to the telephone and gave his orders.
The dinner arrived in due time and was excellent. And when the remains of the dinner and the waiter who served it had been cleared out, Athalie felt better.
"You ought to go to the country for two or three weeks," he remarked.
"Why don't you go?" she asked, smilingly.