Garnet bowed low, cast a triumphant glance on Pet as he passed, and hissed softly in her ear: “Mine own—mine own, at last.” And then he raised the screen and disappeared.
The cold, proud, black eyes were fixed piercingly on Pet; but that young lady bore it as she had done many another stare, without flinching.
“Sit down,” said the woman, with her strong foreign intonation, pointing to a seat.
Pet obeyed, saying, as she did so:
“I may as well, I suppose. Am I expected to stay here all night?”
“Yes,” said the woman, curtly, “and many more nights after that. You can occupy my bed; I will sleep on one of these lounges while you remain.”
“Well,” said Pet, “I would like to know what I am brought here for anyway. Some of Rozzel Garnet’s capers, I suppose. He had better look out; for when I get free, if the gallows don’t get their due it won’t be my fault.”
“Rozzel Garnet had nothing to do with it; he was but acting for another in bringing you here.”
“For another?” said Pet, with the utmost surprise; “who the mischief is it?”
“That you are not to know at present. When the proper time comes, that, what many other things, will be revealed.”