"Yes—faintly."
"Then write to Matheson what your heart will dictate to you," said Larssen gently.
Presently he resumed: "Where is he now?"
"At Nîmes."
"Ah, yes—the trial."
"It should be finished to-day."
"Then Matheson will probably be returning to London to see me. There's no need for him to hurry back. He could board the 'Starlight' at Boulogne or any other port he might prefer."
"Isn't May 3rd the day that ends your agreement?" asked Elaine.
"It is; but I'll extend that date." Larssen took from his pockets a fountain-pen and a scrap of paper and scribbled a few words on it, signing his name underneath. "Suppose you enclose this when you're writing to Matheson? It extends our agreement until May 20th."
He passed the paper to her.