As she did not seek to enlighten him it was clear that she preferred to remain unknown.
“You will keep this meeting a secret?”
Wilfrid bowed assent.
“When you have found the right room let me entreat you to remain there till after ten in the morning.”
Ten o’clock, he remembered, was the time arranged for the resumption of her journey.
“My meaning is that if a certain one among my suite should learn that you have passed a night at this inn, the consequences to me may be,” she hesitated as to the choice of a word, finally selecting “hurtful.”
Wilfrid had no doubt that the person she meant was Ouvaroff, and for the moment he felt that he would like to do for Ouvaroff what he had done for the Abbé Spada.
“Your Highness, say no more. I stir not from my room till after the hour named.”
“What other persons besides myself know that you are here?”