"Once wouldn't hurt."
"Well, perhaps not. But we'd better not begin that, or at least not make a practice of it. These people are very strict. They have to be."
"I know," said Carlotta. "I won't. I was just thinking. I'll let you know. You know that river road that runs on the top of the hill over there?"
"Yes."
"You be walking along there tomorrow at one o'clock and I'll pick you up. You can come this once, can't you?"
"Sure," said Eugene. "I can come. I was just joking. I can get some money." He had still his hundred dollars which he had not used when he first started looking for work. He had been clinging to it grimly, but now in this lightened atmosphere he thought he might spend some of it. He was going to get well. Everything was pointing that way. His luck was with him.
"Well, I'll get the car. You don't mind riding in that, do you?"
"No," he said. "I'll wear a good suit to the shop and change over there."
She laughed gaily, for his scruples and simplicity amused her.
"You're a prince—my Prince Charming," she said and she flung herself in his lap. "Oh, you angel man, heaven-born! I've been waiting for you I don't know how long. Wise man! Prince Charming! I love you! I love you! I think you're the nicest thing that ever was."