"I must go. I—I've forgotten something."
"But you'll come again, wont you?" said he imploringly. "Though to be sure there's nothing in this hovel to tempt you? Besides, the difference between us——"
"Please don't talk nonsense," she broke in. "Yes, I'll come again soon. I don't know how long I shall be—a couple of hours perhaps."
"Do you really mean that?" he cried, joyfully.
"Yes, if nothing happens to prevent me. Good-bye for a while."
She waved her hand. He caught the tips of her fingers and kissed them. One bright smile in response and she was gone.
With her heart fluttering strangely—a fluttering that Dorrimore had never been able to inspire—Lavinia flew down the staircase and sped through the streets in the direction of London Bridge.