In any case he would say nothing yet.

He paid for his vermouth and hurried away to his hotel to dress.
It was just striking seven when he re-entered the courtyard of the Grand Hotel.

Shirley and Mrs.Blake were waiting for him.
Jefferson suggested having dinner at the Cafe de Paris, but Shirley objected that as the weather was warm it would be more pleasant to dine in the open air, so they finally decided on the Pavilion d'Armonville where there was music and where they could have a little table to themselves in the garden.
They drove up the stately Champs Elysees, past the monumental Arc de Triomphe, and from there down to the Bois.

All were singularly quiet.

Mrs.Blake was worrying about her new gown, Shirley was tired, and Jefferson could not banish from his mind the terrible news he had just read.