"You were thinking of that man, Count Romanoff."
"Was I? Yes, I suppose I was. How did you know?"
"Telepathy," she replied. "Shall we go back?"
"If you will. Did you not say you wanted to go to the house?"
"I don't think I do now. I'm afraid it would be painful to you. But, Mr. Faversham, I'm glad I helped you; glad you do not own Wendover Park."
"So am I," he replied; "the price would have been too terrible."
She looked at him questioningly. She did not quite understand his words.
"I wonder if you would think it an impertinence if I asked you to promise me something," she said.
"Nothing you could ask would be an impertinence," he responded eagerly; "nothing."
"That Count Romanoff is evil," she said, "evil; I am sure he is. I know nothing about him, but I am sure of what I say. Will you promise to have nothing to do with him? I think you will meet him again. I don't know why, but I have a feeling that you will. That is why I wanted to say this, and I wanted to say it in sight of the house which you love."