“For Madame de Corantin,” he said.
The porter looked at him; he knew him well and accepted the offering hesitatingly.
“For Madame de Corantin, you said, sir?”
“Yes,” said Bobby.
“Madame de Corantin left early this afternoon, Mr. Froelich.”
For a moment Bobby was speechless.
“Left?” he gasped. “Are you sure?”
“I’m perfectly certain, sir.”
“But surely she is coming back again, isn’t she? Why, I’m lunching with her to-morrow.”
The porter looked at him in surprise.