"To-night ?" "Right! To-night it shall be! To-night we'll scale the heights." He held out his hand.
Max took it smilingly.

"You have not asked me where I live." "Never thought of it! Where is it ?" "The Hotel Railleux, in the rue de Dunkerque." "Not a very festive locality! But sufficient for the day, eh?
Well, I'll be outside the door of the Hotel Railleux at nine o'clock." "At nine o'clock.

I shall be awaiting you." "Right again! Good-bye! It's been a good morning." Max smiled, a smile that seemed to have caught something of the sun's brightness, something of the promise of spring trembling in the pale sky.
"It has been a good morning.

I shall never forget it." Blake laughed.

"Don't say that, boy! We'll oust it with many a better." He released the boy's hand and gave the address to the chauffeur.