Janet followed him, and when she saw Warren she turned as pale as death, standing almost rigid, unable to move.
They must not meet. Whatever happened they must not meet. That was her one thought, her sole desire.
Ulick's eyes were fixed upon Warren. She pulled his sleeve. When he turned round and saw her face it told him all.
"Good God," he exclaimed. "Irene, what about Irene?"
He seized Janet's wrist, and pressed it so tightly that she almost screamed out with pain.
"Irene, his wife; good heavens, his wife, she must never know! Do you hear, she must never know; it would kill her. Do you hear me?"
"Yes," said Janet.
"Promise you will never breathe a word to her of this."
"I promise. You will help me if I require help?"
"I will, Janet. He must not see me," he said.