'Mon Dieu! To think that a pupil of mine drives about in a taxi-cab with compromising letters in her pocket! Non, tu est folle, véritablement, Edith.'
To please him she threw it into the fire, after tearing a small blank piece of the paper off, and putting this unwritten-on scrap back in the bodice of her dress. As she hurried away, she again promised him not to undertake anything, nor to allow Aylmer to overpower her prudent intention during their drive.
'What time do you start? I think I shall come too,' said Sir Tito, pretending to look at his engagement-book.
He burst out laughing at her expression.
'Ah, I'm not wanted! Tiens! If you're not very careful one person will go with you, I can tell you. And that will be Madame Frabelle.'
'No, she won't. Indeed not! It's the last day of Archie's holidays.'
'He's coming with you?'
'On the front seat, with the chauffeur,' said Edith.
There was a ring at the bell. He lifted the curtain and caressingly but firmly pushed her through into the other room.
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