"You're disguising your voice," he said cautiously.
"Not at all. You are not very flattering—but when one listens so much to the voice of Emma Fornez—"
"Miss Charters," he said instantly.
"At last."
He was suddenly troubled at the discovery, for he had sincerely persuaded himself that he did not intend to see her again.
"She is going to reproach me," he thought uneasily, "for not returning to see her last night. The devil! Well, I shall tell her the truth—I didn't like her companion."
But instead of reproaches she said in very good humor:
"Look out, I can be very jealous. What are you doing tonight?"
"I am dining out," he said, fibbing promptly, determined to remain firm.
"Oh—I'm sorry," she said, with a quick dropping of her tone. "I wanted you to take me to a dress rehearsal that will be very amusing."