"Shall I take the hat in, or will you?"
"We shall go together."
Ah, if only I had had the courage to say: "I would it were for ever!" But I feared that it wouldn't take.
I rang the bell, and presently a maid opened the door.
"Is Monsieur de Beausire in?" I asked.
"No, sir, he is not," the maid answered civilly.
"Do you know where he may be found?"
"If you have a bill you may leave it,"—frostily and with sudden suspicion.
There was a smothered sound from behind me, and I flushed angrily.
"I am not a bill-collector."