At last, with a certain relief, they finished their coffee and made a way between the long lines of tables to the door.
There they halted for a moment in mutual hesitation, and at last the boy held out his hand.
"And now I must wish you good-bye! Shall I see you any more ?" Blake seemed lost in thought; he took no notice of the proffered hand.
"Are you going to drive or walk ?" He put the question after a considerable pause.
"I thought to drive, because--" Without permitting him to complete the sentence Blake crossed the footpath and hailed a passing cab.
"Come on! In you get!" Max obeyed uncertainly, and as he took his seat a sudden fear of loss crushed him--life became blank, the brightness of the sun was eclipsed.
"Monsieur Ned!" he called.

"Monsieur Ned! I shall see you again ?" Blake was speaking to the _cocher_.

'Rue Ronsard!' he heard him say.
'The corner of the rue Andre de Sarte!' He leaned out of the window.
"Monsieur Ned! Monsieur Ned! I shall see you again?
This is not good-bye ?" Blake turned; he laid his hand on the door of the cab and suddenly smiled his attractive, humorous smile.
"Little fool!" he said.

"Didn't you know I was coming with you ?".