"Well, you must tell me all about it to-morrow night.

I shall wear a hat and you must not order the dinner beforehand.
I don't mind your ordering the table, because I like a corner, but we must sail into the place just like any other two wanderers.

It is agreed ?" He bent over her fingers.

His good angel and his instinct of sensibility, which was always appraising her attitude towards him, prompted his studied farewell.
"You will let yourself out ?" she begged.

"I have taken off my cloak and I could not face that wind." "Of course," he answered.