"In Bill's place I heard you say you were going to leave on the Tete Jaune train.

I am going to take you to a real dinner.

And now--I should let those good people know your name." A moment--unflinching and steady--she looked into his face.
"It is Joanne, the name you have made famous as the dreadfulest woman in fiction.

Joanne Gray." "I am sorry," he said, and bowed low.

"Come.