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We 'll arrange it quietly for to-morrow afternoon . Ridgway wo n't know until it is done and you are gone . '' It chanced that Ridgway , through the swinging door of a department store , caught a glimpse of Miss Balfour as he was striding along the street . He bethought him that it was the hour of luncheon , and that she was no end better company than the revamped noon edition of the morning paper . Wherefore he wheeled into the store and interrupted her inspection of gloves . `` I know the bulliest little French restaurant tucked away in a side street just three blocks from here . The happiness disseminated in this world by that chef 's salads will some day carry him past St. Peter with no questions asked . ''