“That was merely discipline. You should never go to a place like that unless I am with you.”
“You!”
The girl’s tone of extreme wonder brought the color to her companion’s face. He replied, however, with sang-froid. “Yes. I’ll take you down there now if you’d like to try it again.”
She shook her head slowly.
“No.”
He laughed. “Discreet second thought, eh?”
“No, I’m not afraid, with you,” she replied quietly. “But I don’t care to go again.” A pause, then she continued: “I must go back to the hotel. I leave to-day.”
“And we to-morrow. It is a shame. I wish you’d let me—”
“No, Mr. Bruce, not for anything,” she returned earnestly. “Let Mr. Derwent take care of it, and—if we meet again here, will you kindly not talk to me?”
“Just as you say. I will go back to the hotel with you now; but this is our good-by. Give me both your hands, Rosalie.”