He laughed, and gave way three inches.
“You have not yet promise,” he said then.
“Promised what?”
“To do what I ask.”
“Tell me what it is; if I can do it I will.”
He took her arm to cross towards the hotel.
“You can do it if you will,” he said; “it is this—”
The Schweizerhof shone before them, great and white and sparkling; every window was lighted, every table on the terrace was full. Rosina quickened her steps.
“Oh, I’m so late,” she cried, “and I have such a toilette to make!”
Von Ibn had his hand upon her arm still.