“Well,” said Lord Hastings after a short silence, “that settles that, then. I don’t suppose you will tell me your plan?”
The girl shook her head and smiled.
“It’s hardly necessary,” she replied. “Now, if you wish, I shall have mother make a place here for you for the night. I don’t suppose you have any other place to go?”
Lord Hastings shook his head negatively, and half an hour later the three found themselves in a cozy little room on the second floor, in which there were two beds.
“You may sleep securely here,” was Madame Dulcé’s parting words.
Neither Jack, Frank, nor the commander wasted much time getting into bed, for they were all tired out and a few moments later they were asleep.
All were astir early in the Dulcé home the following morning, in spite of the lateness of the hour at which they had retired.
“I suppose you will be on your mission this morning?” asked Lord Hastings of Marie.
“No,” replied the girl with a smile. “To-night will be time enough. I shall spend the day here entertaining you.”
Lord Hastings made a gallant response, but he did not press the girl for the method she intended to pursue.