rather late." "Too late to see me ?" "No, you dear girl.

Come at eleven, anyway.

And if I'm a little late you'll forgive me, won't you ?" "No, I won't," said Rita, crossly.

"You and I are business women, anyway, and eleven is too late for week days.

I'll wait until I can see you, sometime--" "Was it anything important, dear ?" "Not to me." Querida rose, took his leave of Valerie and Rita, went over and made his adieux to his host and the others.