She took his outstretched hands graciously. “How do you do, Mr. Denby,” she said.
“Mr. Harrington told me to expect a surprise,” he cried, “but I was certainly not prepared for such a pleasant one as this. How are you?”
“Splendid,” she answered. “And you?”
“Very, very grateful to be here.”
“I wondered if you’d remember me,” she said; “it’s a long time ago since we were in Paris.”
“It was only the day before yesterday,” he asserted.
“And what are you doing here?” she asked.
“Oh, I thought I’d run over and see if New York was finished yet.”
“Are you still doing—nothing?” she demanded, a tinge of disappointment in her voice.
He looked at her with a smile. “Still—nothing,” he answered.