“Speak, then. What is it you want of me? I would do anything to please you. My life is yours. You shall sleep soundly.”
“Well, then, tell us where we are going to-morrow.”
“Have I not already said that I would tell you just as we are going?”
“Yes, but that won’t do. We want to know now, and if you won’t tell us we shan’t sleep, all night, and we shall look frightful to-morrow.”
“I should be so sorry, but I don’t think that you could look frightful.”
“You don’t think we can keep a secret. It is nothing very important, is it?”
“No, it is not very important, but all the same it is a secret.”
“It would be dreadful if you refused me.”
“Dearest Hebe! how can I refuse you anything? I confess freely that I have been wrong in keeping you waiting so long. Here is my secret: you are to dine with me to-morrow.”
“With you? Where?”