Now for a while they were silent, till at length she said suddenly:
“Father, you are keeping something back from me, and things begin to come back. Tell me; did I go anywhere last night with Mr. Meyer—you and he and I together?”
He hesitated and looked guilty; Mr. Clifford was not a good actor.
“I see that we did; I am sure that we did. Father, tell me. I must know, I will know.”
Then he gave way.
“I didn’t want to speak, dear, but perhaps it is best. It is a very strange story. Will you promise not to be upset?”
“I will promise not to be more upset than I am at present,” she answered, with a sad little laugh. “Go on.”
“You remember that Jacob Meyer wanted to mesmerize you?”
“I am not likely to forget it,” she answered.
“Well, last night he did mesmerize you.”