“Rosie is all right,” he reassured her. “I will answer for Rosie’s safety with my life; and when I say that, I mean it.”
“I will do as you wish,” said Pauline at length.
“Let me see you into the house,” he murmured, enchanted.
He unlocked his front-door for her, and called out softly, “Juliette!”
“Is that you, Carlos?” said a voice in the darkness at the top of the stairs.
“Yes,” he said. “Here is Miss Dartmouth come to keep you company. Do not use a light—at least, use as little light as possible, until you hear some music.”
“Hear some music? What music?”
“Never mind what music. If you should hear some music you will know that you are at liberty to turn on all the lights you like. Miss Dartmouth will tell you why I want darkness at present. Here are the stairs, Miss Dartmouth. Cling to the rail. Au revoir.”
“But——” faltered Pauline.
“Au revoir, I said,” he whispered insistently.