"To-morrow?"
"Yes, to-morrow, if that suits you."
"And if you don't hate me at the end of a week you'll come for good."
Juliet laughed. "No, I won't say that. I'll leave you a way of escape too. We will see how it answers."
Mrs. Fielding held out her hand. "Good-bye! Next time you take your tea on the shore, I want to be the guest of honour."
"You shall be," said Juliet.
CHAPTER IX
THE INTRUDER
"Everyone to his taste," remarked Green. "But I'd rather be anything under the sun than Mrs. Fielding's paid companion." He glanced at Juliet with a smile as he spoke, but there was a certain earnestness in his speech that told her he meant what he said. He sat with his back to a rock, smoking a cigarette. His attitude was one of repose, but in the strong light his dark face showed a tenseness that did not wholly agree with it.
"Do you really think you'll like it?" he asked, as Juliet did not speak.