"Hasn't it, Williams?" I asked wistfully.
"No. The old café is exactly the same. The Luxembourg Quarter will seem familiar to you——"
"I'm not going there," I said hastily.
He smiled; I could see him doing it, askance. But my features remained dignified and my attitude detached.
"I wonder," I began carelessly, "whether——"
"She got married," he said casually; "I'm glad. She was a sweet little thing."
"She was exceedingly charming," I said, selecting a cigar. "And the other?"
"Which?"
"I forget her name."