"Oh, yes," she said.
A moment later we found ourselves in Curzon Street. She took my arm. We walked for two blocks in absolute silence, save that every now and then she choked back a sob. She was her own mistress again at length, however. "Why did you come—of all times to-night?" she asked.
"I do not know."
"Did you wish to see my father?"
"No. You."
"Why?"
"I had a subconscious conviction that you might be needing me."
"Truly?" she cried—and pressed my arm.
"That or something else. At any rate, I felt obliged to call. It may have been from a desire to reassure myself about the colour of your eyes."
"Ah! I suppose you are wondering—because—Dr. Belleville—because—I——," she paused.