“Yes,” she faltered, “you were quite right; and now there is nothing for me to do but to get away at once.”
“Remember,” he said, “that you promised to ask my help if you were in any difficulty.”
“Yes,” said Evereld. “Perhaps now you would just take my ticket to Territet.”
“Let us all come down to Territet together,” said Miss Upton, “it will be less noticeable than your going quite alone.”
Before many minutes were passed the three were gliding down the steep incline, and Evereld grew light hearted to think that the difficult first step had proved so successful.
“Are you sure,” said Dick Lewisham, “that you can get to your friends without difficulty?”
“Quite sure, thank you,” she said bravely.
“We will not ask you a single question beyond that,” he continued, “for the less we know the better. If they put us through any very severe catechism, the utmost we will admit is that you were in the hotel garden before lunch this morning.”
“It’s quite a romance,” said little Miss Upton, rubbing her hands with satisfaction, “and as I shall want to have the third volume, please send it over to me at Boston as soon as it’s complete. There’s my card.”
“I will be sure to write,” said Evereld, “and thank you so very much for helping me, both last night and this morning, too. I shall never forget you.”