"That was capitally acted!" I laughed. "I wish I knew that he meant nothing more to you than that!" I added seriously.
She colored, whether with anger or surprise at my swift change of tone, I did not know. Then she said very soberly:
"Mr. Gillespie is nothing to me whatever."
"I thank you for that!"
"Thank me for nothing, Mr. Donovan. And now good night. You are not to follow me—"
"Oh, surely to the gate!"
"Not even to the gate. My ways are very mysterious. By day I am one person; by night quite another. And if you should follow me—"
"To my own gate!" I pleaded. "It's only decent hospitality!" I urged.
"Not even to the Gate of Dreams!"
"But in trying to get back to the school you have to pass the guards; you will fail at that some time!"