"What if any one comes?" The question came sharply from the man—and the eavesdropper's lips pursed grimly.
"No one will come," said the woman promptly.
"But suppose——?"
"Well, if you should hear any one coming, if you should hear anything that alarms your sensitive soul, why, then you have the money, and all my love, take them both, and go the way you came. In the meantime, in case——"
The man at the window writhed as he heard the distinct sound of a kiss. The control he was exercising was strained to its limits. The next moment the rustle of skirts, and, at last, the closing of a door, told him all he had been waiting for.
Suddenly he drew the curtains apart and closed them sharply behind him.
CHAPTER XVIII
A MAN'S HONOR
"Well?"