"I wonder if you would like to know why?"
"No, thank you," I cried rather hurriedly.
My haste seemed to amuse him. "Well, I don't suppose it matters. Then you're not going to Paris?"
"Not yet—at any rate."
"Then I shall see you sometimes. I must if I'm to keep from it, you know."
"Yes, if possible and necessary."
"It is necessary, and I'll make it possible. You don't know the responsibility you've taken on yourself so lightly."
"Perhaps I have not taken it lightly, but intentionally."
"You can't be here intentionally," he said, with a start. "You can't, because—do you mean that you know what I'm supposed to have come here for?" Half incredulous, this.
"Yes, quite well."