“Does she resent my conduct?”
“Yes, probably she does, though my demeanor is humility itself.”
“'You came to enjoy the quiet of the Temple, mademoiselle?'”
“'I was enjoying it—till I was interrupted,' she answers, still smiling, though not in my direction.”
“I notice that she again casts her eye round the court, and I make a reckless shot.
“'Perhaps you, too, expected to see a friend?'
“The eyes blaze at me for an instant.
“'No, I did not,' she says abruptly, and mends her pace still further.
“'I noticed another lady here before you came,' I say, mendaciously and with a careless air, as though I thought it most natural that two ladies should rendezvous at that hour in the Temple. She gives me a quick glance, which I meet unruffled.
“We pass through a gate and into a side street, and here, by the most evil fortune, a cab was standing.