She looked at him, and for the first time realised that her companion was not of her own class.
'No; don't come further than here. I only came here to-day, you know, and I must not be seen walking with a—a—gentleman.'
'Am I a gentleman? I am afraid all your countrymen would not give me that title; men call me a Socialist. Ho-la—you've heard that name before? Does it frighten you?'
'No, I am not frightened.'
'I will wait here,' he said, 'till I see if your house receives you. If not, come back to me, and we will walk together till it can. I will come and see you to-morrow—or rather this—evening, and I hope to bring good news. Do not be down-hearted; things will look brighter this time to-morrow.'
'Oh, I must not forget to ask your name. Did Mr Toomey call you right?'
'Ah, no,' he said, smiling; 'our good Toomey is not a linguist. My name is Petrovitch. What is yours? I must know that, because of asking for you when I come. I will come in the evening.'
'My name is—Mrs—Mrs Litvinoff. Good-bye.'
'Good-bye,' he said, with a start and quite a new expression on his face. 'I will come at noon.'