Tony sat stubbornly in his chair.
"No," said he, with his eyes fixed upon her. "I have given you an account of how I have spent the years during which we have been apart. Can you do the same?"
He waited for her answer in suspense. To this question all his words had been steadily leading; for this reason he had dwelt upon his own career. Would she, stung by her remorse, lay before him truthfully and without reserve the story of her years? If she did, why, that dim light which shone amidst the darkness of his perplexities might perhaps shine a little brighter. He uttered his question. Millie bowed her head, and answered--
"I will."
"Sit down, then, and tell me now."
"Oh no," she exclaimed; "not here! It is not safe. As we go back to Eze I will tell you everything."
A look of relief came upon Tony's face. He rose and touched the bell.
A waiter appeared.
"I will pay the bill," he said.
The waiter brought the bill and Tony discharged it.