"Pingari's, sir," said Hobbs, without thinking. "I know the place
well. It is a very quiet, orderly place--I beg pardon!"
"So he understands French, eh?" cried Marie sharply.
"It doesn't matter," cried Robin impatiently. "Why, in heaven's name,
did she select a public eating-house in which to receive me?"
"If M'sieur chooses to disregard the wishes of--" began the maid, but
he interrupted her.
"I am not accustomed to meeting people in public gardens. I--"
"Nor is my mistress, M'sieur. I assure you it is the first time she
has committed an indiscretion of this kind. May I put a flea in
M'sieur's ear? The place is quite empty to-night, and besides there
is the drive back to the Inn with Mademoiselle. Is not that
something, M'sieur?'
"By jove!" exclaimed Robin. "Drive on,--you! But wait! Let me take
you to the Inn, Marie. It--"
"No! I may not accept M'sieur's thoughtful invitation. Bon soir,
M'sieur."
She was off like a flash. Robin leaped nimbly into the cab.
"Pingari's, driver!" he said, his heart thumping once more.
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