"I prefer to have it by word of mouth."
She seemed to be considering. "I will come to this window to-morrow night at this time and—and let you know," she said reluctantly.
"Very well," said I. "We'll let it rest till then."
"And, by the way, I have something more to ask of you. Is it quite necessary to have all this pounding and hammering going on in the castle? The noise is dreadful. I don't ask it on my own account, but for the baby. You see, she's quite ill with a fever, Mr. Smart. Perhaps you've heard her crying."
"The baby?" I muttered.
"It is nothing serious, of course. The doctor was here to-day and he reassured me—"
"A—a doctor here to-day?" I gasped.
She laughed once more. Verily, it was a gentle, high-bred laugh.
"Will you please put a stop to the noise for a day or two?" she asked, very prettily.
"Certainly," said I too surprised to say anything else. "Is—is there anything else?"