“That one'll do,” he said.
“I'm sorry, but it's engaged,” apologized Mr. Hale.
“Forget it, Eddie—tell 'em they're late,” said Ditmar, making his way toward it.
The proprietor pulled out Janet's chair.
“Say,” he remarked, “it's no wonder you get along in business.”
“Well, this is cosy, isn't it?” said Ditmar to Janet when they were alone. He handed her the menu, and snapped his fingers for a waitress.
“Why didn't you tell me you were coming to this place?” she asked.
“I wanted to surprise you. Don't you like it?”
“Yes,” she replied. “Only—”
“Only, what?”