His voice, when he answered had a curious gentleness.
“Why?” he asked.
She was silent for a few moments.
“Because—I’m afraid Mr. Mallet wouldn’t like it,” she said at length. “While he’s away—”
Dacier got down from the railing and began to walk up and down.
“You know, I’m engaged to him,” she added.
“Yes, I know,” said Dacier; “but—”
Mildred felt her face grow hot in the darkness.
“I suppose you’ve heard all sorts of malicious gossip!” she said vehemently.
“Yes—I did hear—something,” he answered slowly.