“Yes, yes; I must go,” said Ella huskily; and raising her hands to her face, she would have left the room.
Volume Three—Chapter Fifteen.
Hovering round the Snare.
“Stop, stop!” said Max hoarsely. “We must have no scene with that weak woman. I will be in waiting by the park entrance of the Colosseum with a cab at four. Meet me there. The train leaves Paddington at 4:50. But do you hear me?”
“Yes,” she said, speaking as if in a dream.
“Do you understand? At the Colosseum at four, without fail.”
“Yes,” said Ella again abstractedly, as he held her cold hand in his, her face being turned towards the door.
“But mind this,” he said, “this is no time for child’s-play. If you are not there soon after the time named, I must catch the train, and I dare not wait. If you are not there, I go alone!”