the mistake of backing the weaker party in any contest.
"Dat's right," he said briskly. "Giuseppe,"--to the waiter,--"lay de place for de lady. An' you come along."
The last words were for the man; he gave in and rose, growling.
"This is a hell of a game." he said.
"Yes," said the manager. "Dis way:"
The strange lady took the chair he had vacated, and smiled at Miss Fraser.
"I've not made a mistake, have I?" she inquired. "I was watching, and thought you might be glad of an interruption."
Miss Fraser found a difficulty in answering. She laid her knife and fork down, and sat back, fighting with herself to keep from crying. All through the week that was past, she had shed no tear. From the gate of the courtyard there reached them the final stages of a debate between the manager and the parting guest.
"You go out on your 'ead or your feet, vich you like," the former was saying.
Miss Fraser managed at length to find words.
"If I only knew h