"Darling, I will explain when I see you," he said, hurriedly. "There's no time now. Meet me to-morrow morning—at the Fifty-ninth street entrance to the Park, at eleven o'clock."
"To-morrow! Impossible! I have a hundred things to do."
"Ah, but you must," he pleaded. "I must see you. Darling you look so beautiful—fifty times more beautiful than before."
"Hush," said Elizabeth. "How dare you? Some one will hear you."
"Give me a chance of seeing you, then," he said. "It is necessary. You will meet me—will you not?—to-morrow morning?"
"If you insist upon it—yes."
"At the west entrance of the Park—you understand?"
"Oh, yes," said Elizabeth impatiently, and hastened to rejoin Mrs. Bobby, who was waiting at the door.
Julian Gerard came up gloomily. The whispered conference had not escaped his notice.
"We shall see you to-night at the Lansdownes' ball," said Mrs. Bobby. "It is the night for it, isn't it, Elizabeth? I never can keep track of these things."