"It is good to get back after all, and--Mouse dear, I know you
won't mind finding me a place to live the next few days, will
you?" She quite took it for granted. "We'll find a place this
morning, _n'est-ce pas?_ Not too expensive. I've got just about
enough to get back to California."
Man fashion, he saw with acute clearness the pile of work on his
desk, and, man fashion, responded, "No; be glad tuh."
"How about the place where you're living? You spoke about its
being so clean and all."
The thought of Nelly and Istra together frightened him.
"Why, I don't know as you'd like it so very much."
"Oh, it'll be all right for a few days, anyway. Is there a
room vacant."
He was sulky about it. He saw much trouble ahead.
"Why, yes, I suppose there is."
"Mouse dear!" Istra plumped down on a trunk in the confused
billows of incoming baggage, customs officials, and indignant
passengers that surged about them on the rough floor of the vast
dock-house. She stared up at him with real sorrow in her fine eyes.
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