"So soon?" she breathed.
"The moon rises not long after ten, and I want to get away without being seen either by the servants or by--anybody who might happen to be passing. You understand."
She nodded. He lingered, frowning at his cigarette.
"With permission, I will write..."
"Please."
"When I have anything to report."
She turned her head full face to him, letting him see her fluttering, indulgent smile.
"You must wait for that?"
"Perhaps," he faltered--"at least, I hope--it won't be long."
"You must wait for that?"