Pollifax Ten Hafez stood very still in front of her but there was no quietness in him; he was taut with anxiety. He had been crying, of this there was no doubt, because his eyes were red-rimmed and his cheeks still damp. “Where have you been?” he cried despairingly. “I came to find you and you’d gone and I waited for you so long.” “Behind the shower curtain?” inquired Robin dryly. “No, no, monsieur, in that chair over there—for fifteen minutes—but then I heard your voices on the balcony and I was afraid.” “But why?” asked Mrs. Pollifax softly. “Why aren’t you in bed asleep?” He hesitated, looking at Robin. “I think you can regard him as a friend,” Mrs. Pollifax told him. Hafez looked doubtful. “Try,” begged Mrs. Pollifax. “If you say so, madame,” He turned back to her. “I have come to take you to my grandmama. She is awake now. Please,” he urged, “you will come with me quickly?” “At two o’clock in the morning!” exclaimed Mrs. Pollifax.
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