"Very well," he replied. "Then I'll say — au revoir!"
"Dear me, am I going to see some more of you?" she inquired.
"You are going to see much more of me than you want to," said Mr. Amberley grimly.
"I've done that already," she informed him in a voice of great sweetness.
He had reached the door, but he turned. "Then we are mutual sufferers," he said, and went out.
She gave a sudden laugh and ran after him as far as the front door. "You're a beast," she called; "but I rather like you, I think."
Mr. Amberley looked back over his shoulder. "I wish I could return the compliment," he answered, "but honesty compels me to say that I do not like you at all. So long!"
Chapter Four
Odd how a mere strip of black velvet alters people," remarked Corkran, surveying the shifting crowd critically. "I've made three bloomers already."
Amberley was dangling his mask by the strings. "You can usually tell by the voice."