Hadn't he anything else to do but hang about the streets.
He explained that he had been listening to the band in the gardens, returning by the Quai d'Orsay.
"Do let me come with you," he said.

"I kept myself free this evening, hoping.

And I'm feeling so lonesome." Poor fellow! She had come to understand that feeling.

After all, it wasn't altogether his fault that they had met.

And she had been so cross to him! He was reading every expression on her face.
"It's such a lovely evening," he said.