“No. But you did promise to let me hear of or from you some day.”
“Ah! That’s vague, isn’t it?”
“In the meantime at least—thank Heaven!—you have thrown over old Blaise.”
“How do you know that?”
“Wasn’t it to escape him that you ran away?”
“Not altogether, I think. Though I admit that his likeness to everybody else of his generation was rather excessive.”
“Why have you run away then?”
In the dim light, which came partly from the waning daylight and partly from a dim little lamp, he saw that she grew very pale as she answered,—
“I—I had a fright.”
Remembering what he had seen that day, Bayre was on the alert in a moment.