So far as I am concerned," I added, glancing at the table, "mademoiselle has lunched alone." "If I could believe that!" Bartot muttered, with a look of coming friendship in his eyes.
"Mademoiselle will assure you," I continued.
"Then what are you doing here ?" he asked.
I raised my eyebrows.
"I was not aware," I said, "that this was a private restaurant." "But these are private rooms," he answered.

"Still, if it was a mistake,--I trust mademoiselle always." She held out her hands to him with a theatrical gesture.
"Henri," she cried, "you could not doubt me! It is impossible!" "You are right," he answered quickly.

"I was too hasty." I smiled upon them both.
"Mademoiselle," I said, "I am sorry that our pleasant little conversation has been interrupted.

Believe me, though, to be always your devoted slave." I opened the door.

Monsieur Bartot turned towards me.