"I can not. What will you do until five, Jim?"
"There will be nothing for me to do except wait for you."
"Where will you wait?"
He shrugged: "At the club, I suppose."
The car rolled up past the library windows.
"I suppose," she said carelessly, "that it would be too stupid for you to wait chez moi."
"In your office? No, indeed——"
"I meant in my apartment. You could smoke and read—but perhaps you wouldn't care to."
They went out into the hall, where her maid held her ulster for her and Farris put Desboro into his coat.
Then they entered the car which swung around the oval and glided away toward Silverwood station.