) "It was only last October. I'd just come to Paris. It was my
first day there, when I picked up the little dog. Now, on my first day
here, you pay me back for what I did then--as if it needed paying
back!--by making me pick up my money. That's quite a coincidence."
They had moved away from the tables now, and were walking very slowly
down the room. The young man smiled at the girl, as he crushed up the
notes and stuffed them into his pocket. He saw that she was much
prettier than he had thought her in Paris, if he had thought of her at
all; and her dress of pale pink cloth was charming with the rose hat.
Somehow, he was glad that she was not in white--with an ermine stole.
"So it is, quite a coincidence, and a pleasant one for me, since I meet
again one who was once so kind," she said. "Especially it is good to
meet a friend--if I may call you a friend?--when one is very sad."
"Of course you may call me a friend," said he, kindly. "I'm sorry to
hear you are sad."
"That is why I told you the other meeting seemed a long time ago,"
explained the girl.
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