Chapter FourAfterwards Zena was to think that her luncheon in the Bois with the Comte were the most enchanting hours she had ever known.
The restaurant he took her to was small in a little one storey house which was surrounded by a garden filled with shady trees.
There were only about a dozen tables among the flowers, and the proprietor, who was also the chef, took the orders himself and spent a long time explaining which speciality would be the best for his customers on that particular day.
His wife, buxom in black, made out the bills and their two sons were the waiters.
There was a happy atmosphere about the whole place and to Zena it was something she had never experienced before and felt despairingly that she would never do again.
When the Comte had ordered and the wine was brough
