He drew out his watch.
"It is getting late," he said. "I see your ladyship declines the alliance I offer you. I wish you 'good-night,'" and he raised his hat.
She put forth her hand; it was as white as her face.
"Stop," she said, "I agree."
"Good," he said, with a smile. "Give me your hand," and he held out his.
She hesitated, but she put her hand in his; the mental strength of the man overcame her repugnance.
"So we seal our bargain. All I ask your ladyship to do is to watch, and to strike when the iron is hot. When that time comes I will give you warning."
And his hand closed over hers.
A shudder ran through her at the contact; his hand was cold as ice.