“What if I forbid you, miss?”
She tapped him on the cheek with her fingers. “Don't affect the tyrant, dear; you can't manage it. Fanny said something that has mortified me. I shall go. You can do as you like. But, stop; where does she live?”
“Suppose I decline to tell you? I am seized with a virtuous fit—a regular paroxysm.”
“Then I shall go to the opera and inquire, dear. But” (coaxingly) “you will tell me, dear.”
“There,” said Harrington, “you wicked, tempting girl, my sham virtue has oozed away, and my real mania triumphs. She lives at 'The Golden Star.' I was weak enough to send Harris in last night to learn.” Zoe smiled.
He hailed a conveyance; and they started at once for “The Golden Star.”
“Zoe,” said Harrington gravely, “something tells me I am going to meet my fate.”
“All the better,” said Zoe. “I wish you to meet your fate. My love for my brother is not selfish. I am sure she is a good woman. Perhaps I may find out something.”
“About what?”
“Oh, never mind.”