"Without a doubt," Laverick promised.

Mr. Lassen took up his hat...

"I will go and tell Mademoiselle. For some reason or other she
seemed particularly desirous of seeing you this evening. She has
her whims, and those who have most to do with her, like myself,
find it well to keep them gratified. If I do not see you again,
sir, permit me to wish you good evening."

He disappeared with several bows of his pudgy little person, and
Laverick was left with another puzzle to solve. He was not in the
least conceited, and he did not for a moment misinterpret this
woman's interest in him. Her invitation, he knew very well, was
one which half London would have coveted. Yet it meant nothing
personal, he was sure of that. It simply meant that for some
mysterious reason, the same reason which had prompted her to visit
him in the city he was of interest to her.

At a few minutes before eleven Laverick left the place and drove
to the stage-door of the Universal Theatre. Zoe came out among the
first and paused upon the threshold, looking up and down the street
eagerly. When she recognized him, her smile was heavenly.

"Oh, how nice of you!" she exclaimed, stepping at once into his
taxicab. "You don't know how different it feels to hope that there
is some one waiting for you and then to find your hope come true.
To-night I was not sure. You had said nothing about it, and yet I
could not help believing that you would be here."