“No; you take all—all.”
“I don’t understand you,” she said, shrinking a little from my look.
“When the time comes you will.”
“And when will it come?” The question was eager.
“I am almost afraid to think,” I answered softly, out of my inmost thoughts.
“The sooner the better. The sooner the better,” she cried. “You mystify me.”
“And am I not mystified?” I glanced at the room where M. Drexel sat.
“Why can we not both speak plainly then?”
“We will see what to-morrow brings,” I said, and held out my hand.
She made as if to carry it to her lips.