"I have make you cross," said François, in an agony of self-reproach.
"You think I am silly, but I speak with a good heart."
There was only one way out of this awkward conversation. Evie became
easily confidential. She spoke as a woman of the world to a man of
the world.
"Of course you did," she said. "I appreciate what you say, François.
If I saw a girl--well--compromising herself, I mean a girl who hadn't
my experience of the world, I'd say the same as you, but--"
A knock at the outer door interrupted her. François shot an
imploring glance in her direction, and she nodded.
"There you are, Ronnie--didn't you say I was to come straight here?"
"Hello, Evie," he seemed a little annoyed. "I told you I would meet
you at the Statue."
Evie was abashed. "Oh, I am sorry," she began, but he went on.
"Any letters, François?"
"Yes, M'sieur, on the desk."
"All right, clear out."