I couldn't be sure whether she was mocking me or whether there was really liking under this nonsense. I was beyond the point of being impatient with her. I was helpless in her hands; she would do with me as she willed, and it was my business to laugh with her, to meet her as best I could in the realm of folly.
"You must go!" she exclaimed suddenly. "Constance will be calling down the stairs for me in a moment."
"To-morrow—" I began. The wistful look she had at times came into her eyes as she stood in the centre of the room, playing with the flower.
"To-morrow," she repeated, "and then—to-morrow!"
"There must be endless to-morrows for you and me," I said, and took the flower from her hand. The revery died in her eyes, and they were awake with reproach and dismissal. At the door I looked back. She hadn't moved and she said, very quietly, but smiling a little: "Nothing must happen to make me sorry I came. Please remember!"
CHAPTER IV
PURSUING KNIGHTS
I didn't sleep until near daybreak, and was aroused at nine o'clock by Flynn, who appeared at the door in his chauffeur's togs, carrying a tray.