It proved to be the carriage which had taken me to the station and the driver asked if I needed him.
Oblivious to all else save our happiness, I should have let him pass, but the question brought me to earth, and I stopped him. He stared in some astonishment at us both as I put Miralda into the carriage and told him to drive first to my rooms.
I remembered that Pia was waiting there, and when I told Miralda about her, she declared she would take her home.
When we reached my rooms, Simmons was there, Bryant having sent him back when he did not see me, and I told him to go in search of Bryant. Then I took Pia out to Miralda and drove home with her.
We found that the viscontesse had not heard anything of the projected flight from the city. The letter which Miralda had written to tell her about it had not been delivered, Barosa having substituted for it one written by himself to say Miralda would be home that evening.
“You see I didn’t answer that question after all,” said Miralda as we were alone and I was bidding her good-night.
“Which question?” I asked, as if I did not understand.
“You know I didn’t.”
“Didn’t you? I had an impression——”
“Not in words,” she broke in with a flash of happy laughter.