"Not at all," I replied. "Isn't it about time, though, that we had something in the way of refreshment?" (She had declined several offers to lunch during the preceding five hours.) "Mayn't I tell the driver now to take us to a restaurant?" She consented, after a little thought, and also said she would leave the place to me. When I suggested the Hotel Martin, she thought a little longer, and then surprised me with a request that I would get a private room. "Impossible," I said, when I could catch my breath. "They will assign no party of two to a room alone." She blushed, which was not surprising. I had put her in the position of wishing to break a puritanic rule of which she had never heard. I mentioned several other places, and we finally agreed on one some distance up-town, at which I told her the regulation against a single couple dining alone did not apply. She was rather tired and leaned back in the carriage in a manner that showed it. I studied her face as much as I could without appearing to stare, but it was wholly expressionless. "You are very good to me," she said, after a long pause. "And you are very kind to me," I answered. "What a lot of money we have spent to-day," she added. "Aren't you sorry yet?" "No," I answered, smiling. "Not yet." "I shall need almost nothing more," she said, "to appear in a garb that will not disgrace you. Nothing, but a little jewelry, I think." I said we would go to-morrow and attend to that, or she could go alone if she preferred, and send the bills to me. "It must be lovely to have all the money one wants," she remarked, dreamily. "To order whatever you please without stopping to see if you can afford it." "Yes," I assented. "You can do that?" said Miss May, putting one of her gloved hands on my arm. "Within a reasonable limit. My wants are seldom extravagant." "Why," she asked, slowly, "is the world arranged so unevenly? Why are some provided with all they want, and more, while others have to study each item of actual necessity?" "That is a deep question, that I would not like to settle in my present state of hunger," I replied, at which she smiled and sat up in the carriage. "We are luckily near the end of our route. I think I had best dismiss the cab and get another one when we leave." She agreed and then asked if I had any objection to her donning a veil. It was all right, of course--dining in a private room with her employer--but it might not seem so to a casual passer, who would possibly recognize her face at some future period. A woman had to be so particular. I cut her explanations short by saying that I did not object to the idea, but quite approved of it; at which she put on the veil, which to my consternation was blue and quite opaque. I did not wish to let any difference of opinion come between us, but I reflected that if one of my friends saw me, with a woman veiled like that, his conclusions would be anything but pleasing. There is such a thing as going too far.