But Regina Barry said: “Wait a minute! No; go on. I’ll overtake you. I’m—I’m perfectly sure that that’s the very man who—” She added, as if forcing herself to a determination: “I’m going back to speak to him. Tell Hilda I’ll be with her in an instant.”
So I waited, repeating to myself the formula agreed on two or three months before, that I would see her first—and shoot myself afterward.
CHAPTER IX
“Haven’t we met before?”
Regina Barry said this as she came into the room with her rapid, easy movement and took two or three paces toward me, stopping as abruptly as she entered.
I hung my head, crimsoning slowly.
“Yes.”
“I thought so, though I didn’t recognize you at first. I knew I had some association with you, but it was so vague—”