reality from the soothing interlude of their hour together.
"You can't drift indefinitely, can you? Unless you mean to go back to the old sort of life once for all."
She reddened and her eyes filled. "I can't do that, Streff—I know I can't!"
"Then what—?"
She hesitated, and brought out with lowered head: "Nick said he would write again—in a few days. I must wait—"
"Oh, naturally. Don't do anything in a hurry." Strefford also glanced at his watch. "Garçon, l'addition! I'm taking the train back to-night, and I've a lot of things left to do. But look here, my dear—when you come to a decision one way or the other let me know, will you? Oh, I don't mean in the matter I've most at heart; we'll consider that closed for the present. But at least I can be of use in other ways—hang it, you know, I can even lend you money. There's a new sensation for our jaded palates!"
"Oh, Streff . . . Streff!" she could only falter; and he pressed on gaily: "Try it, now do try it—I assure you there'll be no interest to pay, and no conditions attached. And promise to let me know when you've decided anything."
She looked into his humorously puckered eyes, answering. Their friendly smile with hers.
"I promise!" she said.
