“Good-bye, Sorbert. A demain!”
“A demain!”
CHAPTER VI
Anastasya and he were dining that night in Montmartre as usual. His piece of news hovered over their conversation like a bird hesitating as to the right spot at which to establish its nest.
“I saw Bertha to-day,” he said, forcing the opening at last.
“You still see her then.”
“Yes. I married her this afternoon.”
“You what? What do you mean?”
“What I say, my dear. I married her.”