The servant hurried in with the breakfast-tray and the news that the master was coming down. Aline anxiously inspected the bacon. To her relief it was freshly cooked. In a minute or two a voice humming an air was heard outside, and Jimmie entered, smilingly content with existence.
“Hallo, Tony, what are you doing here, wasting the morning light? Have some breakfast? Why haven't you laid a place for him?”
Tony declined the invitation, and explained his presence. Jimmie rubbed his hands.
“A day on the river! The very thing for Aline. It will do her good.”
“I did n't say I was going, Jimmie.”
“Not going? Rubbish. Put on your things and be off at once.”
“How can I until I have given you your breakfast? And then there's the model—you would never be able to engage her by yourself. And you must have her to-morrow.”
“I know I'm helpless, dear, but I can engage a model.”
“And waste your time. Besides, you won't be able to find the address.”
“There are cab-horses, dear, with unerring instinct.”