"Why not?" he asked steadily. "The passport and orders were correct."
"Were they, indeed?" she said, tapping the floor with her foot. "You remain with us a few days; or, as of old, must we be content with a brief visit?" she went on.
"We leave to-morrow."
"To-morrow?" The girl's eyes wore a tentative expression. "Late?"
"Early!"
"Oh! In that case, perhaps I shan't have time," Nanette paused; looked at her father; old Pierre's slumbers were not to be broken.
"For what?" asked the Black Seigneur shortly.
"To tell you something!"
"Why not—now?"
"You—are inquisitive?"