Heavens, how nervous I am!" She entered a cafe and drank _a petit verre_.

As she set her glass down a man looked at her over the top of his newspaper.

She tried to smile, but her heart was beating, and she was sick with fear.
"What a fool I am!" she muttered.

"It is a stranger, too.

If he were one of Gustav's lot I should know him." She returned his smile, and he came and sat down beside her.