You are wondering why I
came, of course."
"I am too content with the good fortune which brought you to find time
for wonder," he replied.
"You'll laugh at me when I tell you," she warned him.
"You needn't tell me at all unless you like. You are here. That is
enough for me."
She shook her head.
"I am putting myself in the confessional," she declared. "I was leaving
the place with a disagreeable taste in my mouth. At the last moment, even
as I was stepping into a taxicab, I turned back. I went instead to the
desk and boldly asked for the number of your suite. I want that taste
removed, please."
"Tell me how I can do it in the quickest possible manner," he begged.
She turned and looked at him, enquiringly at first, then with a
delightful little smile which relieved all the tenseness of her
expression.
"By assuring me that you are not going to emulate, in however innocent a
fashion, my husband's exploits in the musical comedy world."
He leaned over her chair, took her hands in his and looked into her eyes.
"Honestly," he asked, "do you need any assurance?"
"That is the funny part of it," she laughed. "Since I am here, since I
have seen you, I don't feel that I do, but downstairs I had quite a
horrid little pain."
"You will never have occasion to feel it again," he told her. "I met Miss
Flossie Lane last night for the first time at the supper party to which
Roger Kendrick took me.
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