“What about her?”
“She has part of your confidence. What is her attitude?”
“She thinks that everything is all right now.” He reddened. “I said that I would travel with her to Paris.”
“And after?”
“She believes that I shall spend some time with her there.”
“You did not, of course, intend to do so.” He had the air of a schoolmaster dealing with a difficult pupil.
Graham hesitated. “No, I suppose I didn’t,” he said slowly. “To tell you the truth, it has been pleasant to talk of going to Paris. When you’re expecting to be killed …”
“But now that you are not expecting to be killed it is different, eh?”
“Yes, it’s different.” Yet was it so different? He was not quite sure.
Mr. Kuvetli stroked his chin. “On the other hand it would be dangerous to tell her that you have changed your mind,” he reflected. “She might be indiscreet-or angry, perhaps. Say nothing to her. If she discusses Paris, everything is as it was before. You can explain that you have business to do in Genoa after the ship docks and say that you will meet her on the train. That will prevent her looking for you before she goes ashore. It is understood?”