“I hesitate to ask you. It is really too much——”
“Yes, yes,” she said passionately. “I will go and do it—alone.” Then she paused. “But suppose I meet the patrol?”
“You are you,” was Jetsam’s response. “You are the President’s cousin. You have the right to amuse yourself with a boat, at no matter what hour of the day or night.”
“Just so,” she admitted. “I will go now. I shall be back quite soon. Shall you be ready by the time I return?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Everything is all right?” She seemed to question him anxiously.
“Quite all right,” he said; “Let me thank you again.”
With an impulsive movement he took her hand and kissed it. She blushed and trembled. Then he opened the door and they passed out into the hall.
“I will unfasten the front-door for you,” he whispered. “I think I can do it more quietly than you. It may be left on the latch till you come back;” and he unfastened the front-door. Through its panes a faint light entered the hall.
“I must get my hat,” she said.