She stood tortured with indecision.
"Mrs. Tailleur will see Mr. Lucy now."
"I will see him in ten minutes."
"Very good, ma'am."
The servant withdrew.
Marston shrugged his shoulders.
"There you are. Here we both are. Here we are all three in the same hotel. An uncomfortably small hotel. How are you—or rather, how is he—going to get over that?"
"It would be all right if you'd only go. I've told him you were a man coming on business."
"My dear Kitty, that was quite unworthy of you."
"Well, what could I do? It's not as if I was in the habit of telling lies."