"Mr. Waymark was unavoidably prevented from coming," he said quickly. "But he has taken rooms for you. You will let me go with you, and show you the house?"
"Thank you," was Ida's only reply.
They walked together into the main street, and Julian stopped the first empty cab that passed. As he sat opposite to her, his eyes, in spite of himself, kept straying to her face. Gazing at her, Casti's eyes grew dim. He forced himself not to look at her again till the cab stopped.
"They are prepared for you here," he said, as they stood on the pavement. "Just give your name. And—you will not go away? You will wait till some one calls?"
Ida nodded.
"No; but your word," Julian urged anxiously. "Promise me."
"I promise."
She went up to the door and knocked. Julian walked quickly away. At the end of the street Mr. Woodstock was waiting.
"What's the matter?" he asked, examining the young man anxiously.
"Nothing—nothing!"