"Valentine," said Clifford, after having obtained permission to smoke, "is it the Vaudeville or the Eldorado—or both, or the Nouveau Cirque, or—"
"It is here," said Valentine.
"Well," he said, greatly flattered, "I'm afraid I couldn't amuse you—"
"Oh, yes, you are funnier than the Eldorado."
"Now see here, don't guy me, Valentine. You always do, and, and,—you know what they say,—a good laugh kills—"
"What?"
"Er—er—love and all that."
She laughed until her eyes were moist with tears. "Tiens," she cried, "he is dead, then!"
Clifford eyed her with growing alarm.
"Do you know why I came?" she said.