"On paper, or the whole thing is off absolutely," she declared.
"You won't trust me?"
She looked at him.
"There isn't much honour about an arrangement of this sort, is there?" she said. "It has to be on paper, or not at all."
A carriage stopped outside. They heard the bell.
"That," she remarked, "may be the Duchess of Lenchester."
He caught up the pen and wrote a few hurried lines. The smile with which he handed it to her was not altogether successful.
"After all, you know," he said, "there should be honour amongst thieves."
"No doubt there is," she answered. "Only thieves are a cut above us, aren't they?"
"I don't believe," Borrowdean said to himself, as he reached the pavement, "that that woman is such a fool as she seems."