"You see, I couldn't quite scrape up the courage to go directly to the hotel for you," she said. "I know several people who are stopping there and I—I—well, you won't think I'm a dreadful person, will you?"
"Not at all," he declared promptly. Then he resolved to put one of the questions he had made up his mind to ask at the first opportunity. "Do you mind telling me why you abandoned me so completely, so heartlessly on the day we landed?"
"Because there was no reason why I should act otherwise, Mr. Schmidt," she said, the tremor gone from her voice.
"And yet you take me to St. Cloud for tea," he said pointedly.
"Ah, but no one is to know of this," she cried warmly. "This is a secret, a very secret adventure."
He could not help staring. "And that is just why I am mystified. Why is to-day so different from yesterday?"
"It isn't," she said. "Doesn't all this prove it?"
His face fell. "Don't you want to be seen with me, Miss Guile? Am I not—"
"Wait! Will you not be satisfied with things as they are and refrain from asking unnecessary questions?"
"I shall have to be satisfied," said he ruefully.