“You will let me know when you wish to go,” he said.
“But I should like to stay——”
“That is another matter!”
“Stay, that was badly rolled,” she cried, seizing on a cigar and devouring all that Armand’s lips had touched.
“Do you smoke?”
“Oh, what would I not do to please you?”
“Very well. Go, madame.”
“I will obey you,” she answered, with tears in her eyes.
“You must be blindfolded; you must not see a glimpse of the way.”
“I am ready, Armand,” she said, bandaging her eyes.