"'Meanwhile,' she went on without noticing this rhapsody, 'if you breathe one word or utter one sound by which suspicion can fall on Mr. Blake, my promise is forfeited; if you stay here after to-morrow, or attempt to see me within this and next Christmas Eve, my promise is also forfeited.'
"'What, am I to leave you at once?'
"'At once.'
"He left the room immediately after," said Tom, "while, after saying
'Good-night' to me, she too retired to her bedroom."
To say that I was astonished at the turn things had taken would not give the slightest idea of my feelings. And yet a great joy filled my heart. The sword of Damocles, which seemed to hang over my head, possessed no terror.
"Is that all, Tom?" I said at length.
"This morning, as I told you, he arranged for Kaffar's luggage to be sent to Egypt, while he himself is preparing to depart."
"Where is he going?"
"To London."
"And Miss Forrest?"