"I cannot think how you have managed to keep it from her as it is."
"Well, I have been watchful and cautious—and we have not mixed much with the gossiping English. What! are you going, Charles?"
"Yes, I have an engagement," I answered, as we both rose. "Good-night. Give my love to Blanche. Tell her that Charley will see her to-morrow if he can squeeze out a minute's leisure for it."
Taking up the old coat I had left in the passage, I went out with it on my arm, hailed a cab that was crossing Portman Square and was driven to Lambeth. There I recommenced my watch upon the book-stall and the street containing it, not, however, disclosing myself to Lee that night. But nothing was to be seen of Tom Heriot.
CHAPTER XI.
MRS. BRIGHTMAN.
