“I didn’t see you for a long time,” she said, coquettishly, repulsing one of his exuberant approaches. “You must have been away.”
“I was,” said Drouet.
“Do you travel far?”
“Pretty far—yes.”
“Do you like it?”
“Oh, not very well. You get tired of it after a while.”
“I wish I could travel,” said the girl, gazing idly out of the window.
“What has become of your friend, Mr. Hurstwood?” she suddenly asked, bethinking herself of the manager, who, from her own observation, seemed to contain promising material.
“He’s here in town. What makes you ask about him?”
“Oh, nothing, only he hasn’t been here since you got back.”