'Are you expecting someone, sir?' the man whispered in a velvety and confidential voice, as who should say: 'Have no secrets from me. I am discretion itself.' 'Yes,' answered Henry boldly, and he was inclined to add: 'But it's all right, you know. I've nothing to be ashamed of.' 'Have you booked a table, sir?' the official proceeded with relentless suavity. As he stooped towards Henry's ear his chain swung in the air and gently clanked. 'No,' said Henry, and then hastened to assure the official: 'But I want one.' The idea of booking tables at a restaurant struck him as a surprising novelty. 'Upstairs or down, sir? Perhaps you'd prefer the balcony? For two, sir? I'll _see_, sir. We're always rather full. What name, sir?' 'Knight,' said Henry majestically. He was a bad starter, but once started he could travel fast. Already he was beginning to feel at home in the princely foyer of the Louvre, and to stare at new arrivals with a cold and supercilious stare. His complacency, however, was roughly disturbed by a sudden alarm lest Geraldine might not come in evening-dress, might not have quite appreciated what the Louvre was. 'Table No. 16, sir,' said the chain-wearer in his ear, as if depositing with him a state-secret. 'Right,' said Henry, and at the same instant she irradiated the hall like a vision. 'Am I not prompt?' she demanded sweetly, as she took a light wrap from her shoulders. Henry began to talk very rapidly and rather loudly. 'I thought you'd prefer the balcony,' he said with a tremendous air of the man about town; 'so I got a table upstairs. No. 16, I fancy it is.' She was in evening-dress. There could be no doubt about that; it was a point upon which opinions could not possibly conflict. She was in evening-dress. 'Now tell me all about _your_self,' Henry suggested. They were in the middle of the dinner. 'Oh, you can't be interested in the affairs of poor little me!' 'Can't I!'