“You seem,” she said, “to have rather exceeded your instructions. I simply wanted to know whether the man was in Paris or not.”
He bowed.
“The man is in England,” he said. “Don’t you think it might be helpful if you gave me more of your confidence, and told me why you wanted to hear about him?”
She shook her head.
“I would sooner tell you than any one, Gilbert,” she said, “but I do not want to talk about it.”
“It must be as you will, of course,” he answered, “but I hope you will always remember that you could do me no greater kindness—at any time—than to make use of my services. I do not know everything of what happened in Paris—about that time. I do not wish to know. I am content to serve you—blindly.”
“I will not forget that,” she said softly. “If ever the necessity comes I will remind you. There! Let that be the end of it.”
She changed the subject, giving him to understand that she did not wish to discuss it further.
“You are for Marienbad, as usual?” she asked.