"Not here; at the theatre."
"You should stop smoking a pipe; the smell hangs about one's clothes."
"I will."
She stooped and fastened her garter.
"I beg your pardon," she said, looking at Falander, pleadingly.
"What for?" he asked, absent-mindedly.
As she made no reply, he took courage and drew a deep breath.
"Where are you going?" he said.
"To be fitted for a dress; you needn't be afraid," she replied, innocently, as she thought.
Falander could easily tell that it was an excuse.