This he took up with more gravity. “What do you mean by chances? That you’re going away? That WILL add to the attraction!” he exclaimed as she kept silence.
“I shall have to wait,” she answered at last, “to tell you definitely what I’m to do. It’s all in the air—yet I think I shall know to-day. I’m to see Mr. Longdon.”
Mitchy wondered. “To-day?”
“He’s coming at half-past six.”
“And then you’ll know?”
“Well—HE will.”
“Mr. Longdon?”
“I meant Mr. Longdon,” she said after a moment.
Mitchy had his watch out. “Then shall I interfere?”
“There are quantities of time. You must have your tea. You see at any rate,” the girl continued, “what I mean by your chances.”