Where can I see you afterwards?"
I hesitated. That was rather a difficult question to answer.
"I don't want to come here too often," I answered. "Do you mind sitting
up a little later than usual tonight?"
"Of course not," he answered gravely.
"Then let me come to your club about a quarter to one," I said. "You can
see me in the strangers' room."
Adele rose and gave me her hand.
"I too, must go," she said. "I may write to you here--if I do I shall
address the envelope to Sir Gilbert. Good-bye!"
I kissed her fingers, and she drew away from me a little shyly. My cousin
saw her to the door, and in less than half an hour I was in my shiny
dress coat, on duty for luncheon at the Cafe Suisse.
There were the usual crowd of people there, but no one whom I recognized
particularly, until the stout lady who had talked to me the night before
came in. I showed her to a table, and she talked to me graciously in
German. She had discarded her black sailor hat, and had the appearance of
being dressed in her best clothes.
"You see to-day I am alone," she remarked, drawing off her gloves and
revealing two large but well-shaped hands, the fingers of which were
laden with rings.
Pages:
302
303
304
305
306
307
308
309
310
311
312
313
314
315
316
317
318
319
320
321
322
323
324
325
326