I waited, and she accosted me.
"Monsieur Courage!"
"Yes!" I answered.
She gave me the note.
"There is no reply at present," she said, dropping her voice almost to a
whisper. "Monsieur might open it in his cab."
She gave me a glance of warning, and I saw that the hall porter and one
of his subordinates were somewhat unnecessarily near me. Then she glided
away, and I drove off in my cab. Directly we had started, I tore open the
envelope and read these few lines.
"DEAR MR. COURAGE,--
"I will dine with you to-night at the Cafe Francais at eight o'clock.
Please take a table upstairs. Do not ask for me again or send me any
further message until we meet there.
"Yours sincerely,
"ADELE VAN HOYT."
At Lord's I was compelled to spend half the day hanging about the
pavilion, smoking a good many more cigarettes than I was accustomed to,
and finding the cricket much less interesting than usual. My own innings
fortunately kept me distracted for a little more than two hours, and the
effort of it soothed my nerves and did me good all round.
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