“It is very kind of you to ask me.”
Then, feeling that she must carry on the conversation’ she added,
“I did not know that there were restaurants in Paris where one could dine privately like this.”
“The French always cater for l’amour,” Mr. Vossin replied. “You can imagine that these rooms have seen many different sorts of lovers over the years, some happy, some unhappy and many, of course, indulging in a clandestine affair.”
Linetta wondered why, if it was a room for lovers, she and Mr. Vossin should dine in it.
Then she told herself that it was only because he was old and disliked noise that he had reserved a cabinet particulier rather than a table downstairs in the restaurant.
Waiters arrived with wine, which Mr. Vossin sampled very carefully and then the first course arrived and
