She bowed her head.
"Yes," said she.
"And I may come back in——"
"In two weeks?"
"In two weeks." Her voice was low and shaken. "Oh, you don't mind if I ask you to go now?" she pleaded.
"I understand," said Stainton. "I'll be back two weeks from this evening. Good-night."
"Good-night, Mr. Stainton," said Muriel.
She waited for him to go. She waited until she heard the street door close behind him. Then she hurried in retreat toward her own room.
But Mrs. Newberry was lying in ambush on the landing when the girl came upstairs—Mrs. Newberry, broad in white satin, with diamonds at her neck and in her hair.