“I will tell you another time,” I answered, in a low tone.
I glanced towards the table as I said this and was just in time to see de Cartienne bend over towards Cecil and whisper something in his ear. The latter looked round at us at once.
“You two seem to have found something interesting to talk about,” he remarked, glancing towards Milly as though requiring an explanation.
“We haven’t,” she answered, with a sigh.
“Mr. Morton was just asking me—— Oh, Mr. Morton, you’re treading on my foot!”
I withdrew my foot and tried the effect of a warning glance, but it was of no avail.
“Mr. Morton was asking me,” she continued, “whether I had not another of those photographs.”
“And have you—has anyone?” interrupted de Cartienne, fixing his piercing black eyes upon her.
She shook her head.
“No; but perhaps I can get some. They were taken at Lawrence’s and I suppose he has the negative.”