“And doubtless you have learned what ridiculous advice I gave him?”
“Yes,” she replied, “Dick told me.”
“And now you abhor me.”
“I should be much obliged if you would help me to find them,” she answered, still keeping her steady eyes upon my distracted countenance.
“I ask your pardon,” I said. “It is help you want, not my regrets—though, I assure you, I feel them. Have you been to his chambers?”
“Yes, I went and knocked, but I could get no answer.”
“Perhaps they—I should say he—has returned by now. I shall go at once and see.”
“Thank you,” she replied, still quietly, but with a kinder look in her eyes.
“And you—will you wait here?”
“Oh, I shall come, too, of course,” she said, and somehow I found this announcement pleasing.