He ate at the Bristol. Later, he took a walk, went for a swim, had tea at Scapini’s, and strolled about the “Cheese.” He could not get the thought of Margot out of his head. What had got into her? It was none of her business whom he went with. He would not let any one exercise a control over his actions. As for her going away, it was an empty threat. She had said the same thing before. What did Mrs. Belmire want with him? It would be safer, perhaps, not to see her again. It was playing with fire....
At seven o’clock, nevertheless, he went home and changed into his evening clothes. As he was going out Margot stood by the door.
“You’re going, then?”
“Yes,” he said curtly.
“Very well, then, I warn you; you won’t find me here when you come back.”
“Do as you please. You are entirely mistress of your own actions.”
He passed her, slamming the door.
3.
He found Mrs. Belmire waiting for him. She had reserved a table in one of the alcoves and looked very bewitching.
“This is my farewell supper. I had intended to invite some other men; then I thought it would be nicer, just we two.”