Ah, then he was not going to Constance.
“I am called to Leipsic by a telegram.”
“No, fortunately,” he replied pleasantly; “but in Leipsic I am much interested.”
Rosina felt a sudden shock, not the less disagreeable because it was so undefined, but she pulled herself together at once and promptly swallowed it whole.
“I do hope that you will have a pleasant journey,” she said cordially.
He was staring steadily at her.
“Shall we meet again?” he said at last.
“Very likely.”
“And your address?”