She cast a glance around the room and laughed.
"It seems that you've already done so."
"Er—a mistake. I was going to camp in the woods, but it came on to rain. The door of this house was unlatched. So I walked in—and here I am."
"Reasonable enough. It did rain. I remember. And weren't you lonely here?"
"Oh, no," he said easily, "I was asleep."
"And I woke you. What a pity!"
"I'm sure—I'm delighted—if you don't lead me to the Château de
Cahors or the magistrate."
"What alternatives! One would think, John Markham, that you were really an enemy of society."
"Society with the small S, I am. I'm never less alone than when by myself."
"Which means that two is a crowd? Thanks. I shall tear myself away in a moment, but not until—"