It certainly is very courteous on her part.

I have done her certain little business favors and she is kindly willing to oblige." "If I could only meet her," murmured Randall Clayton, with lips dry with all the eagerness of a newly born passion.

He was in a defiant mood now, his whole being stirred with the treason of the friend of years and the unmasked villainy of his pseudo-benefactor.
This fair mystery allured him strangely.
"Nothing easier," smiled the dealer, reaching out for his silk hat.

"The Fraeulein is taking her usual luncheon at the Restaurant Bavaria, and I agreed to notify her of your wishes, as she may travel, and would be willing to wait for the arrival of my Vienna importation.

I will be very glad to present you to her." The world took on a new brightness as Randall Clayton passed out of the shop with the dealer.