They got into one and in fifteen minutes they were back at the Grand Hotel.
At the office they told Shirley that her aunt had already come in and gone to her room, so she hurried upstairs to dress for dinner while Jefferson proceeded to the Hotel de l'Athenee on the same mission.

He had still twenty-five minutes before dinner time, and he needed only ten minutes for a wash and to jump into his dress suit, so, instead of going directly to his hotel, he sat down at the Cafe de la Paix.

He was thirsty, and calling for a vermouth _frappe_ he told the _garcon_ to bring him also the American papers.
The crowd on the boulevard was denser than ever.

The business offices and some of the shops were closing, and a vast army of employes, homeward bound, helped to swell the sea of humanity that pushed this way and that.
But Jefferson had no eyes for the crowd.

He was thinking of Shirley.