THE AMERICAN
"You give me excellent advice, and I already feel better. I 'll be furious; I 'll let them go to the deuce and I myself will go with you—unless by chance you too have a rendezvous."
"It's not exactly a rendezvous," Newman returned. "But I 've in fact come to see a person, not a picture."
"A woman, presumably?"
"A young lady."
"Well," said Valentin, "I hope for you, with all my heart, that she's not clothed in green tulle and that her feet are not too much out of focus."
"I don't know much about her feet, but she has very pretty hands."
The young man breathed all his sadness. "And on that assurance I must part with you?"
"I'm not certain of finding my young lady," said Newman, "and I'm not quite prepared to lose your company on the chance. It does n't strike me quite as good business to introduce you to her, and yet I should rather like to have your opinion of her."
"Is she formed to please?"
"Well, I guess you'll think so."
Valentin passed his arm into that of his companion. "Conduct me to her on the instant! I should be ashamed to make a pretty woman wait for my verdict."
Newman suffered himself to be gently propelled in the direction in which he had been walking, but his step was not rapid. He was turning something over in his mind. The two men passed into the long gallery of the Italian masters, and our friend, after
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