"I was going to say I would go to-morrow, wet or fine, wind or sunshine, rather than miss our last day."
Could I do less than make a compact that it should be so? If I admit there was no sign of a coming change in the weather it must not be supposed that I am trying to make out that her beauty and personality did not affect me. They did.
"I could almost pray for bad weather just to see that you are a man of your word," she laughed. "Is it a promise?"
"It is."
She went in to dress, and I smoked a cigarette before doing likewise.
As I entered my room and closed the door, a man stepped from behind the wardrobe. It was the man who had been interested in Mrs. Selborne on the lawn.
"Pardon. I wished to speak to you alone, and this seemed the only method."
"I'll hear what you have to say before I hand you over to the management," I answered.
"It is a delicate matter," he returned, with a simper, which made me desire to kick him. "It concerns a lady. You are Mr. James Murray; at least, that is the name you entered in the hotel books."
"It is my name," I answered.