“Au revoir,” said Andrews holding out his hand. The rabbit man shook it with sudden vigor and went off, making a rabbit hop before him along the curbstone. He was hidden by the swiftly moving crowds. In the square, flaring violet arclights were flickering on, lighting up their net-covered globes that hung like harsh moons above the pavement. Henslowe sat down on a chair beside Andrews. “How's Sinbad?” “Sinbad, old boy, is functioning.... Aren't you frozen?” “How do you mean, Henslowe?” “Overheated, you chump, sitting out here in polar weather.” “No, but I mean.... How are you functioning?” said Andrews laughing. “I'm going to Poland tomorrow.” “How?” “As guard on a Red Cross supply train. I think you might make it if you want to come, if we beat it right over to the Red Cross before Major Smithers goes. Or we might take him out to dinner.” “But, Henny, I'm staying.” “Why the hell stay in this hole?” “I like it. I'm getting a better course in orchestration than I imagined existed, and I met a girl the other day, and I'm crazy over Paris.” “If you go and get entangled, I swear I'll beat your head in with a Polish shillaughly.... Of course you've met a girl--so have I--lots. We can meet some more in Poland and dance polonaises with them.” “No, but this girl's charming.... You've seen her. She's the girl who was with the poilu at the Rat qui Danse the first night I was in Paris. We went to Louise together.” “Must have been a grand sentimental party.... I swear.... I may run after a Jane now and again but I never let them interfere with the business of existence,” muttered Henslowe crossly. They were both silent. “You'll be as bad as Heinz with his Moki and the lion cub named Bubu.... By the way, it's dead.... Well, where shall we have dinner?” “I'm dining with Jeanne.... I'm going to meet her in half an hour.... I'm awfully sorry, Henny. We might all dine together.” “A fat chance! No, I'll have to go and find that ass Aubrey, and hear all about the Peace Conference.... Heinz can't leave Moki because she's having hysterics on account of Bubu. I'll probably be driven to going to see Berthe in the end.... You're a nice one.” “We'll have a grand seeing-off party for you tomorrow, Henny.” “Look! I forgot! You're to meet Aubrey at the Crillon at five tomorrow, and he's going to take you to see Genevieve Rod?” “Who the hell's Genevieve Rod?” “Darned if I know. But Aubrey said you'd got to come. She is an intellectual, so Aubrey says.” “That's the last thing I want to meet.” “Well, you can't help yourself. So long!”