“And where has he gone?”
“I think, ma’am, only for some evening papers.”
She had an intense look for Mitchy; then she said to the man: “Ask him to wait three minutes—I’ll ring;” turning again to her visitor as soon as they were alone. “You don’t know how I’m trusting you!”
“Trusting me?”
“Why, if he comes up to you.”
Mitchy thought. “Hadn’t I better go down?”
“No—you may have Edward back. If you see him you must see him here. If I don’t myself it’s for a reason.”
Mitchy again just sounded her. “His not, as you a while ago hinted—?”
“Yes, caring for what I say.” She had a pause, but she brought it out. “He doesn’t believe a word—!”
“Of what you tell him?” Mitchy was splendid. “I see. And you want something said to him.”