“But—but——” he said, with a little flush and a shifting glance, “how did you know where I was?”
“You would never guess! You do not deserve that I should tell you. Well, I followed Slummers!”
“Followed Slummers!” he echoed, with a forced smile.
“Yes, I met him in the street; you are going to ask me why I did not ask him where you were,” she broke off with a smile and a shake of her head.
“Because I knew he would not tell me. Stephen, I do not like that man, and he does not like me. Why do you trust him so?”
“You followed Slummers—well?”
“To the station. I was behind him when he took his ticket, and I took one for the same place. I was quite close behind him, but he did not see me. I got into the train at the last moment, and I followed him from the station here.”
“My dear Laura,” he murmured, soothingly; “how rash, how thoughtless!”
“Was it?” she said. “Perhaps it was. I did not stop to think.”
“But now—now what are you to do?”