She smiled, and spread her hands apart with a gesture that said: "Who knows?"
He did not question her further, but after a little conversation on the subject of the money, rose to bid her farewell.
"I do not like this idea," she said, standing before him and looking him in the face. "It is too dangerous. Why should you run such risk? Let us go to Burma. You shall be my vizier."
"I would wish for nothing better," he said, "were it not that I am resolved to go to England. My mind is set upon it and when I have done, London shall have something to talk about for years to come."
"If you are determined, I will say no more," she answered; "but when it is over, and you are free, we will talk again."
"You will not forget about the money?" he asked anxiously.
She stamped her foot.
"Money, money, money," she cried. "It is always the money of which you think. But you shall have it, never fear. And now when shall I see you again?"
"In six months' time at a place of which I will tell you beforehand."
"It is a long time to wait."