“No, no; I heard plainly,” Suzanne protested eagerly.
“But one can never trust these rascally men-servants.”
“I am quite ready,” said I.
“Our business,” said he, “will wait.”
“It will be the better for waiting.”
He hesitated a moment; then he assented gravely:
“You’re right—much better.”
He took a pistol out of the drawer, and shut and locked the drawer. Then he turned to Suzanne and said:
“You had better go back to bed.”
“I daren’t, I daren’t!”