“Haven’t I? I think you don’t know—” She interrupted him nervously.
“Friends don’t need thank-yous. We will discard them.”
“Good! Can I be of service in getting you to Mr. Frohman’s office?”
“Oh, no. Jarvis will take me.”
“To be sure. For the moment I had forgotten Jarvis.”
“I’ll telephone you when I go to town, and find out about my plans.”
“Thank you.”
He took her hand and held it a moment.
“Forgive me when I seem a bad friend. Trust me.”
“I do, Richard, I do.”
“Oh, thank you. May I say Francesca?”
“If you like. No one ever calls me by that name.”
“That’s why I choose it. Good-bye. My regards to the father.”
“Good-bye, friend. I’m ecstatic over your news.”
“So am I over any news that brings you happiness. Good night.”
After he left she sank down on the couch again, her brain awhirl of her new sensations and ideas. That
