“O! no! nor Miss Leyton either!”
“Most certainly not Miss Leyton. She is a terrible prude! She would be awfully shocked!”
“It must be a secret,—just between you and me!” murmured the girl.
“Just so! A sweet little secret, all our own, and nobody else’s!”
And then the fair head and the dark one came again in juxtaposition, and the rest was lost in—Silence!
CHAPTER VII.
Doctor Phillips had not been in the Hôtel Lion d’Or five minutes before Margaret Pullen took him upstairs to see her baby. She was becoming terribly anxious about her. They encountered Captain Ralph Pullen on the staircase.
“Hullo! young man, and what have you been doing to yourself?” exclaimed the doctor.
He was certainly looking ill. His face was chalky white, and his eyes seemed to have lost their brightness and colour.
“Been up racketing late at night?” continued Doctor Phillips. “What is Miss Leyton about, not to look after you better?”