"Louise!" he exclaimed.
She smiled and held out her hand.

Peter took it, and Pennell after him.
"Do you go now ?" she asked them.

"The concert is not half finished." "I've got to get back to work," said Pennell, "worse luck.

It is la guerre, you know!" "Poor boy!" said she gaily.

"And you ?" turning to Peter.
Moved by an impulse, he shook his head.