“Well?”
“I might allow you to—do what you were warned against.”
“Allow me?”
She rose, and went slowly to the foot of the stairs. Then she gathered up her habit and turned.
“Yes, allow you to.”
“You grant a great deal by that remark. How about the old ‘I had no idea of such a thing?’” he retorted.
She looked at him meditatively. “You know more than I had thought. How old are you?”
“Nearly twenty-six,” he answered, stretching a point. “Why?”
“Because my boy is only eleven. I am so curious as to how he will turn out. He is blond, too. Well, au ’voir. I must go and dress.”