"I hope I am not late," she said. "I really do not care much
about dining out, these days, but your message was so insistent."
"One must have relaxation," he declared. "The weight of affairs
all day long is a terrible strain. Shall we go in?"
They entered the room and stood looking aimlessly about them, Fenn
having, naturally enough, failed to realise the necessity of
securing a table. A maitre d'hotel, however, recognised Catherine
and hastened to their rescue. She conversed with the man for a
few minutes in French, while her companion listened admiringly,
and finally, at his solicitation, herself ordered the dinner.
"The news, please, Mr. Fenn?" she asked, as soon as the man had
withdrawn.
"News?" he repeated. "Oh, let's leave it alone for a time! One
gets sick of shop."
She raised her eyebrows a little discouragingly. She was dressed
with extraordinary simplicity, but the difference in caste between
the two supplied a problem for many curious observers.
"Why should we talk of trifles," she demanded, "when we both have
such a great interest in the most wonderful subject in the world?"
"What is the most wonderful subject in the world?" he asked
impressively.
"Our cause, of course," she answered firmly, "the cause of all the
peoples--Peace."
"One labours the whole day long for that," he grumbled. "When the
hour for rest comes, surely one may drop it for a time?"
"Do you feel like that?" she remarked indifferently.
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