"Nothing would make me consent to that," I replied, answering my own question. "And nothing will ever induce me not to hold you responsible for her safety."
He heard me without a sign, and again buried himself in his thoughts. Then he pushed his chair back, rose, and went to the door.
"Leave us a few minutes, Dolores," he said, still in the same set, even tone. "It is possible that we may yet arrive at an understanding."
She looked at him in fear, then at me, doubtingly, and again back at him.
"No, I cannot leave you. I—I dare not."
"Leave us, Dolores. I shall not murder Lord Glisfoyle."
She still hesitated and lingered, but at length yielded, saying as she passed me—
"I shall see you again?"
I bowed, but said nothing; I was too full of surprise at the turn things were taking, and too thoughtful, wondering what was to come next.
Quesada held the door while his sister passed out, and closed and locked it after her, and turned back to his table.