"By Gad!" he exclaimed. "But you are a clever woman!"
"Milor!" she protested, indignant.
"Nay: you need have no fear, fair one! I am a lover of sport. I'll not betray you."
She frowned, really puzzled this time.
"I do not understand," she murmured.
"Let us get back to The Fisherman's Rest," he retorted with characteristic irrelevance. "Shall we?"
"Milor," she insisted, "will you explain?"
"There is nothing to explain, dear lady. You have asked me—nay! challenged me—not to betray you to any one, not even to Lady Blakeney. Very well! I accept your challenge. That is all."
"You will not tell any one—any one, mind you!—that Mme. de Fontenay and Theresia Cabarrus are one and the same?"
"You have my word for that."