“Were you returning to that other box, alone?�
“No; I am going back into this one. My friend is there. Will you come inside?�
“Thank you, no.�
“You have other business, then, than watching me?�
“I am never without much to do, madam.�
“Mr. Lynne seems to be a charming man,� she said irrelevantly.
“Quite so.�
“And his millions—how many are there, Mr. Carter?â€�
“You should know better than I. You have estimated them more than once, have you not?�
“Ah, yes, many times. There are a dozen, at least. Fancy!� Then, with a slight inclination of her head, and a quickly spoken “Good night, Mr. Carter,� she turned away from him and disappeared inside the Lynne box.