He met her eyes with absolute steadiness.
"I will tell you," he said, "the next time we meet."
She tried to laugh to hide the wild tumult his words stirred up.
"Is that a promise?"
"My solemn bond," said Hone.
She rose.
"I shall stay at the Seton Ward Hotel for a week," she said. "Good-night!"
He rose also; they stood for a moment face to face.
"Alone?" he asked.
And again, with a reckless sense of throwing herself upon his mercy, she made brief reply.