locutor. He smiled as he walked away reflecting that this personage had obtained a concession from his mother only at the price of a concession.
The next morning he went to see Littlemore, from whom he had a standing invitation to breakfast, and who, as usual, was smoking a cigar and looking through a dozen newspapers. Littlemore had a large apartment and an accomplished cook; he got up late and wandered about his room all the morning, stopping from time to time to look out of his windows which overhung the Place de la Madeleine. They had not been seated many minutes at breakfast when Waterville announced that Mrs. Headway was about to be abandoned by Sir Arthur, who was going to Cannes.
"That 's no news to me," Littlemore said. "He came last night to bid me good-by."
"To bid you good-by? He was very civil all of a sudden."
"He didn't come from civility—he came from curiosity. Having dined here, he had a pretext for calling."
"I hope his curiosity was satisfied," Waterville remarked, in the manner of a person who could enter into such a sentiment.
Littlemore hesitated. "Well, I suspect not. He sat here some time, but we talked about everything but what he wanted to know."
"And what did he want to know?"
"Whether I know anything against Nancy Beck."
