"You'll feel better after a cup of tea. Where shall we go?" "Let's walk up to the Plaza." "Done," said he, closing his desk. It was a cold, crisp day, which stimulated the blood like a cocktail. Bambi breathed deep as she tried to fall in step with her companion. "I can't keep step with you. I'm too little and my skirt's too tight." "I'll keep step with you, my lady." "Mercy, don't try. Jarvis says I hop along like a grasshopper." "I resent that. Your free, swaying walk is one of your charms. You always make me think of a wind-blown flower." She looked up at him, radiantly. "Richard, you say the charmingest things!" "Francesca, you do inspire them." "I'm a vain little peacock, and Jarvis never notices how I look." "Too bad to mate a peacock and an owl." A brilliant sunset bathed the avenue in a red, gold light. The steady procession of motors, taxis, and hansom cabs made its slow way uptown. The shop windows blazed in their most seductive moments. The sidewalks were crowded with smart men; fashionable women swathed in magnificent furs; slim, little pink-cheeked girls. All of them made their way up the broad highroad toward home or tea, as the case might be. "Oh, you blessed flesh-pots, how I adore you!" "Referring to the men or the women?" "Naughty Richard! I mean all the luxury and sensuousness which New York represents." "You hungry little beggar, how you do eat up your sensations!" "They give me indigestion sometimes." The foyer of the Plaza was like a reception. The tea-room was a-clatter and a-clack with tongues. "Like the clatter of sleek little squirrels," said Bambi, as she followed the head-waiter to their table. Her comments on people about them, the nicknames she donated to them, convulsed Strong. He would never again see that pompous head-waiter except as "Papa Pouter!" "Would you get tired of it if you were here all the time?" "I suppose so. It is all so alike. The women all look alike, and the men, and the waiters. If you dropped through the ceiling, you could hardly tell whether you were in the Ritz, the Plaza, the Manhattan, or the Knickerbocker. You would know it was New York--that's all." "What train do you take to-night, or shall you stay over?" "I shall go on the 11:50, if you'll play with me until then." He smiled at her affectation. "Suppose we try another kind of crowd to-night, and dine at the Lafayette." "Delighted! I've never been there." "It's jolly. You'll like it, I think." "Where is it?" "Way downtown--University Place. What shall we do between now and dinner-time?" "Let's walk down." "Oh, that's a long walk." "But I love to walk, unless it is too much for you." "Sheer impudence!" The walk was one never to be forgotten by Strong. To have Bambi all to himself, to look forward to hours of such bliss, to have her swinging along beside him, laughing and chattering, now and again laying her hand on his arm in confident friendliness--it was intoxicating.