“Ah!” cried Dorothy.
“And this knowledge that you kept my portrait gave me hope. The girl promised to get me the key of the room in which it was hung, and to leave a window open by which I could get into the house that night.”
Dorothy looked up with rather wide eyes.
“These sentimental girls!” exclaimed she. “Supposing you had not been my husband!”
Sir Geoffrey smiled.
“We need not trouble our heads about that now,” said he. “I got in that night, but you had played a trick upon me, for in your room there was another lady!”
Dorothy stared.
“Did she see you? Did Mabin see you?” she asked breathlessly.
“She not only saw me. She gave chase, and nearly caught me! I was covered with confusion. But since then the young lady, who is a very charming one, and I have come to an explanation.”
“Mabin! And she never told me! Oh, yes she did—I remember. She told me you had promised never to see me again.”