was able to smile with them now. Then she held out her gloved hand, and he felt alone again. "I may accompany you home, may I not?" he asked eagerly. "If you wish." Once again she raised her eyes with that expression of puzzled interest. This was not like Monte. Of course he would accompany her home, but that he should seem really to take pleasure in the prospect--that was novel. "Let me call a taxi," he said. "I'm never sure where these French undergrounds are going to land me." "They are much quicker," she suggested. "There is no hurry," he answered. With twenty-four hours a day on his hands, he was never in a hurry. Instead of giving to the driver the number sixty-four Boulevard Saint-Germain, he ordered him to forty-seven Rue Saint-Michel, which is the Cafe d'Harcourt. It had suddenly occurred to Monte what the trouble was with him. He was lonesome. CHAPTER II THE TROUBLE WITH MARJORY She was surprised when the car stopped before the cafe, and mildly interested. "Do you mind?" he asked. "No, Monte." She followed him through the smoke and chatter to one of the little dining-rooms in the rear where the smoke and chatter were somewhat subdued. There Henri removed their wraps with a look of frank approval. It was rather an elaborate dinner that Monte ordered, because he remembered for the first time that he had not yet dined this evening. It was also a dinner of which he felt Edhart would thoroughly approve, and that always was a satisfaction. "Now," he said to the girl, as soon as Henri had left, "tell me about