“I wonder what you mean by that? What I ought to read behind your look and eager offer?”
“Nothing but goodwill to you. Believe that.”
“You tempt me, monsieur—American,” and she fell back in her chair with a half sigh and sat thinking intently. Presently she shook her head. “No, not yet, not yet. You know nothing of me.”
“An ignorance you can easily correct. But no, you are right, it must not be yet,” I exclaimed hastily.
I had no right to invite confidence from her until she knew who I really was. But my exclamation surprised her.
“Why not yet—from your side?”
“I cannot tell you. How long will M. Boreski be?”
She wrinkled her brow at the question.
“You mean you would first know what my connexion with his scheme is? A somewhat shallow trust yours, after all.”
“It may seem so, but I did not mean that.”