Leave here for Paris, say, in ten days.

There will probably be a letter for you at the Grand Hotel by that time." They walked together toward the main exit.

The young man's face had lost some of its grimness.

Once more his features wore that look of pleasant and genial good-fellowship which seems characteristic of his race after business hours.
"Say, Mr.Coulson," he declared, as they passed across the hall, "you and I must have a night together.

This isn't New York, by any manner of means, or Paris, but there's some fun to be had here, in a quiet way.
I'll phone you tomorrow or the day after." "Sure!" Mr.Coulson declared.