The car stopped at her establishment; she came out of her painful abstraction with a slight start, flushed, and looked at him.
"Will you lunch with me, Jim?"
"I think I'll lunch at the club," he said, coolly.
"Very well. Will you bring the car around at five?"
"The car will be here for you."
"And—you?" She tried to smile.
"Probably."
"Oh! If you have any engagements——"
"I might make one between now and five," he said carelessly. "If I do, I'll come up on the train."