"Nothing! Do speak."
"She happens to be my dressmaker too—that is, if you mean Madame Dupuys in Bond Street."
"I mean the same. She made your exquisite dress, did she not?"
"Yes. I am sure I ought to go back to the ballroom."
"How uninteresting of you not to listen to the end of my story! But I will be quick. And I have not yet come to Captain Keith's part."
"But Gavon—"
"Who is Gavon?"
"Captain Keith's name is Gavon. But Gavon can have nothing to do with the story of your purse."
"You would certainly think not; but wait until you hear. I went to Madame Dupuys and put my hand in my pocket. The purse was gone! I made a great fuss, and said that I would go straight to Scotland Yard, as I happened to remember the number of the cab. I went there, but could get no tidings. The cabman had not brought the purse there; but as the number of his cab was known, the police said that they would look him up. I gave full particulars and returned home. I hoped to get my money back, and I expected some one to come to me from Scotland Yard with tidings at any moment. The hours passed, however, and no one came, and I was considerably annoyed. I am rich, but my father would be angry if I lost so much money. In the afternoon Captain Keith called to see me. I saw him. He said that he had called to restore me my lost money. He was sorry he could not let me have the purse as well. What is the matter?"
"My partner must be waiting for me," said Kitty. "And this place is too close," she added. "I cannot breathe comfortably."