It was assured that they would become friends! Where was that waiter?
Where was that second coffee-cup ?' But monsieur remained standing.
Madame's eyes, now alive with interest, literally danced to her thoughts.
'Come! Come! They must not allow the coffee to become cold!' But monsieur picked up his hat and coat.
'What! He was not going?
Oh, it was impossible! He could not be so unkind!' Her face expressed dismay.
But her only answer was a stiff little bow, and a second later the door had closed and the boy was running down the stairs of the hotel as though some enemy were in hot pursuit..