I don't think I can be there to-night; Madame Berenstoff receives at the embassy." "Good afternoon," said Harry, turning into Truefit's, the hairdresser's, shop.
"Ah, very well," said Sophie to herself; "just so.

It will be better, much better.

He is simply one lout, and why should he have it all?
My God, what fools, what louts, are these Englishmen!" in having read Sophie's thoughts so far, we will leave her to walk up the remainder of the arcade by herself.
I do not know that Harry's visit to Truefit's establishment had been in any degree caused by his engagement for the evening.

I fancy that he had simply taken to ground at the first hole, as does a hunted fox.

But now that he was there he had his head put in order, and thought that he looked the better for the operation.