"Yes, my lord."
"Anita," implored Cyril, as soon as they were again alone, "I beg you not to do this thing. If a plan that I have in mind succeeds, you will be able to leave the country and begin life again under another name."
She hesitated a moment.
"What is this plan?"
He outlined it briefly.
She listened attentively, but when he had finished she shook her head.
"I will not allow you to attempt it. If your fraud were discovered—and it would surely be discovered—your life would be ruined."
"No—" he began.
"I tell you I will not hear of it. No, I am determined to end this horrible suspense. Call the inspector."
"I entreat you at all events to wait a little while longer."