“But you intimated that no one would know about to-night!”
“The night isn’t over yet,” she replied enigmatically.
“It almost is—for you,” I said; “because in ten minutes I shall take you back to the chateau gates.”
She offered no comment on this prophecy, but gazed at me thoughtfully and seriously for several moments. “I suppose you can imagine,” she said, in a tone that threatened to become tremulous, “what sort of an afternoon we’ve been having up there?”
“Has it been—” I began.
“Oh, heart-breaking! Louise came to my room as soon as they got back from here, this morning, and told me the whole pitiful story. But they didn’t let her stay there long, poor woman!”
“They?” I asked.
“Oh, Elizabeth and her brother. They’ve been at her all afternoon—off and on.”
“To do what?”
“To ‘save herself,’ so they call it. They’re insisting that she must not see her poor husband again. They’re DETERMINED she sha’n’t.”