Septimus ruminated dreamily over the nauseous entanglement of a chocolate eclair and a cigarette while Zora idly watched the burly Englishman.

Presently she saw him do an odd thing.

He tore out the middle of the magazine,--it bore an American title on the outside,--handed it to the waiter and put the advertisement pages in his pocket.

From another pocket he drew another magazine, and read the advertisement pages of that with concentrated interest.
Her attention was soon distracted by a young couple, man and woman, decently dressed, who passed along the terrace, glanced at her, repassed and looked at her more attentively, the woman wistfully, and then stopped out of earshot and spoke a few words together.

They returned, seemed to hesitate, and at last the woman, taking courage, advanced and addressed her.
"_Pardon, Madame_--but Madame looks so kind.