She looked at him, a moment, in silence. What was the meaning of this move. What could be its object. That he intended to remain, she never for a moment believed, but, why pretend? Here was a problem too difficult for her to solve—she would have to tell Maynadier.
"I ask you, however, not to disclose it, for the present," he continued. "I want to look around a bit—and pick out a place, and—you understand."
"No, I do not understand," she replied, implying much more than she conveyed; "but, if you wish, I shall hold it confidential until you release me—I fancy the notion will not linger overlong."
"Mademoiselle still doubts?" he smiled.
"Monsieur still plays on my credulity."
"You will see!"
"I shall be very glad to see!" she laughed, (meaning the end of his masquerade).
"What—my staying or my leaving?"
"Whatever is for the best," she evaded.