pper with me," he begged. "I must be off soon, but I'm
tired of being alone. This is my last night, thank goodness."

"All right!" she answered gayly. "I must go back to my friends directly
afterwards."

"Order what you like," he begged. "I can't make these chaps understand
me."

She laughed, and called the waiter.

"And now show me what you were looking at in that paper," she insisted.

He pointed to the two photographs.

"I saw those two together only a week ago," he said. "Want to hear about
it?"

She looked startled for a moment, and a little incredulous.

"Yes, go on!" she said.

He told her the story. She listened with an interest which surprised
him. Once or twice when he looked up he fancied that the lady from
Vienna was also doing her best to listen. When he had finished their
supper had arrived.

"I think," she said, as she helped herself to _hors d'oeuvre_, "that
you were very fortunate to get away."

He laughed carelessly.

"The joke of it is," he said, "I've been followed all the way here. One
fellow, who pretended he got in at Strasburg, was trying to talk to me
all the time, but I saw him sneak in at Vienna, and I wasn't having any.
I say, do you come here every evening?"

"Very often," she answered. "I dance at the Comique, and then we
generally go to Maxim's to supper, and up here afterwards. I'll
introduce you to my friends afterwards, if you like, and we'll all sit
together. If you're very good I'll dance to you!"

"Delighted," he answered, "if they speak English. I'm sick of trying to
make people understand my rotten French."

She nodded.

"They speak English all right. I wish that horrid Viennese girl wouldn't
try to listen to every word we say."

He smiled.

"She wanted me to sit at her table," he remarked.

Mademoiselle Flossie looked at him warningly, and dropped her voice.

"Better be careful!" she whispered. "They say she's a spy!"

"On my track very likely," he declared with a grin.

She threw herself back in her seat and laughed.

"Conceited! Why should any one want to be on your track? Come and see me
dance at the Comique to-morrow night."

"Can't," he declared. "My sister's coming over from England."

"Stupid!"

"Oh, I'll come one night," he declared. "Order some coffee, won't
you--and what liqueurs?"

"I'll go and fetch my friends," she declared, rising. "We'll all have
coffee together."

"Who are they?" he asked.

She pointed to a little group down