“No more than you imagine that I would ask it of you!” he smiled.
“It seems to me your meaning is somewhat obscure,” she retorted. “However, whether you don’t mean it, or do mean it, I’ll trust myself to you because it’s you, Mr. Harleston.”
“Permanently, my lady?”
“Certainly not, sir. I refer only to this afternoon; I want to be in at the end of the game.”
“For me,” said Harleston slowly, “it’s been a very fortunate game.”
“Games are uncertain and sometimes costly,” she shrugged.
“When played with Spencer, they are both and then some,” he replied.
At that moment Carpenter pushed back his chair and arose, nodded pleasantly to Mrs. Clephane and Harleston as he passed, and went out.
“Will Mr. Carpenter be at the finish?” Mrs. Clephane asked.
“Probably; but he’ll be in the lobby when we go through.”