Carlos was alarmed. He saw that he was in her power. She might, in her chagrin and anger, expose him.
“Kate,” he said, “do not be hasty in your words or your conclusions. You must know that your revelations have come very suddenly upon me—that my mind is in a whirl of confusion. And I believe I am not quite well to-night, as you said when you first entered.”
She looked up, as if a faint hope dawned upon her.
“Won’t you leave me now?” he entreated. “I must have time to think before I can talk any more; and it is late—almost six o’clock. I will go to my room in the hotel and call a doctor, I believe, for my head feels strangely. Go home now, and come again at your next lesson-time.”
“I MUST HAVE TIME TO THINK BEFORE I CAN TALK ANY MORE; AND IT IS LATE—ALMOST SIX O’CLOCK.”
“Remember—” she began.
“Ah, there is no need to enjoin remembrance on me. I shall not forget anything.”
He took his hat in his hand and moved toward the door.
“Well, I will go,” she said. “Good-by.”