“Where, then, and when?”
“Any time––any place––but here.”
“Any time is no time. You tell me, or I stay now.”
“Come to––to my house.”
“You have a howiss, then?”
“Yes. I just took it to-day. I shall be there this afternoon––at three, if you will go.”
“Very goot. The address is––”
She gave it; he repeated it, mumbled, “At sree o’clock I am there,” and glided away just as Polly returned.
They were eating a consommé madrilène when the Major arrived. He dutifully ate what his wife had selected for him, and listened amiably to what she had to tell him about her morning, though he was bursting to tell her about his. Polly made a vivid picture of Marie Louise’s new home, ending with: