"As it happens, we are leaving ourselves," I replied. "I thought perhaps that Miss Mindel would like to know."
"What, to-morrow?" she exclaimed.
"I have received a message," I told her.
She sprang up and drew me to one side, with a little nod to Kinlosti which seemed to promise a swift return. I showed her the typewritten sheet.
"Maurice," she whispered, "Mr. Kinlosti has already been begging me to accept a seat in his car to London to-morrow."
"Indeed!" I answered coldly.
"Of course, I never had any idea of leaving you two," she went on, "but now—well, you see what our instructions are."
"Damn our instructions!" I muttered, losing control of myself for a moment. "Rose, you're not falling in love with that fellow?"
"Don't be foolish, please," she answered, "and don't call him a fellow."
"I'll call him a scoundrel if he behaves like one," I retorted.