"You will not understand," he said, earnestly. "What is in my mind came to me, through no wish or will of mine. You cannot suppose that I have been prying into Mr. Anderson's affairs! But now that the information is mine, I feel a great responsibility towards you."
"Don't feel it. I am a wilful woman."
"A rather perplexing one! May I at least be sure that"--he hesitated--"that you will be on your guard?"
"On my guard?" she lifted her eyebrows proudly--"and against what?"
"That is precisely what you won't let me tell you."
She laughed--a little fiercely.
"There we are; no forrarder. But please remember, Mr. Arthur, how soon we shall all be separating. Nothing very dreadful can happen in these few days--can it?"
For the first time there was a touch of malice in her smile.
Delaine rose, took one or two turns along the path in front of her, and then suddenly stopped beside her.
"I think"--he said, with emphasis, "that Mr. Anderson will probably find himself summoned away--immediately--before you get to Vancouver. But that I will discuss with him. You could give me no address, so I have not yet been able to communicate with him."