"Yes. You should have gone, Vic! She'd have satisfied you! Lovely figure! I never knew a lovelier!"
I said nothing.
"What did you think of her stopping us like that?" he went on after a minute.
"I thought it consummate cheek," I said. "I should not have believed it if it hadn't actually happened before my eyes."
"Yes, it was cheeky; but do you know, she is not very cheeky, really. An awfully nice woman, and very clever. But aren't these Parisiennes queer? You can't imagine any woman doing such a thing in England, can you?"
"Hardly."
"It seems she had seen us once before. It was you she wanted, not me. Why didn't you go, you duffer? I only came in a bad second!"
I laughed.
"She had read my things and likes them. Do you know, I think it is rather a good thing I have met her, it will urge me to do more—don't look at me 'in that tone of voice,' I am sure it will, really, Victor!"
"Are you going to see her again, then?" I asked.