'Yes.'
'I think it very likely that Mr. Warricombe may be able to help me substantially.'
Marcella kept silence. Then, without raising her eyes, she murmured:
'You will tell me no more?'
'There is nothing more to tell.'
She bit her lips, as if to compel them to muteness. Her breath came quickly; she glanced this way and that, like one who sought an escape. After eyeing her askance for a moment, Peak rose.
'You are going?' she said.
'Yes; but surely there is no reason why we shouldn't say good-bye in a natural and friendly way?'
'Can you forgive me for that deceit I practised?'
Peak laughed.