"He is in there," she cried, "and I must see him! If you do not come with me, I will go myself."
She was full of her old impetuosity, urging on my reluctant steps.
"One thing that I want to ask him," she went on, "is whether he knew the beautiful lady in yellow."
When we reached the shop door, Roderick stood just inside; and I almost fancied he had stepped in there to avoid us, knowing that I did not wish for a premature dénouement of the little plot. However, his face also wore an eager expression, and it lighted as Winifred confronted him. He opened the door and came out onto the pavement, looking at me for directions. I put my finger to my lips, signifying that he must not as yet disclose himself.
"I want to thank you for this ring, with its lovely green stone," she said.
"It's only a trifle, little one," Roderick replied lightly.
"I was so sorry when I thought I should never see you again," Winifred cried, impetuously.
"Were you?" asked Roderick, with an unsteadiness in his voice which caused me to give him a warning look.
"Yes, because I was leaving America forever. And one thing I wanted to ask you so much was, if you remembered the beautiful lady in yellow. I have been so anxious to know."