“Oh, no—not for the world!”
“The staircase is quite close to your room; grant me but five minutes only.”
Her sister looked round, and, to prevent further discussion, he added urgently, but looking at the same time with affected unconcern across the lake—
“You must come, or I shall spend the whole night in the cloisters waiting for you.”
It was in vain she now endeavoured to refuse; he was deaf to all excuses, and walked purposely so near her sister that she was obliged to give up the attempt.
Before they entered the house, Zedwitz whispered triumphantly: “I shall know all to-morrow morning.”
“And I to-night,” replied Hamilton.
“What? when? how? where?”
“That is my affair, not yours.”
“I shall find out, you may depend upon it.”