“In the States I did not need to. Here, in Paris, particularly at night, the streets are seldom sure. I have this thing for protection.”
“Promise me then——”
Verplank looked her over.
“Don’t be a fool.”
But as he looked, suddenly she started and he saw that she was trembling.
“What the deuce is the matter?”
Trembling still, peeringly now she had turned to the portières.
“What is it?” he repeated.
“I am so frightened.”
“Frightened? What at?”