"I think so," he replied, hurriedly.
"Then I will wait for your promised revelation to-morrow;" and, with a smile, she left him, and went back to her husband, who was still talking to Foster.
"Take me home, George," said Mrs. Taunton, touching her husband's arm; "I am tired."
"Yes, you look pale, my dear," he answered, giving her his arm; "we'd better go at once."
Foster glanced keenly at her and then at Ronald, who, however, shook his head.
"Good night, Mr. Foster," said Mrs. Taunton, giving him her hand; "you are to call on me to-morrow at four, with Mr. Monteith?"
"I will not fail," he replied, with a smile; and taking her husband's arm she moved away, and was soon lost among the crowd.
When she disappeared, Gerald turned to the Australian, quickly.
"Well?"
"I asked her about her brother," said Monteith, quietly; "and her story corresponds in every particular with that of Ventin."