“Are you coming to see me one day?”
Her expression suggested that she was asking a question to which she knew the answer, in this following the example just given to her by Craven.
“I want to,” he said.
“Then do give me your card.”
He gave it to her.
“We both want to know her secret,” she said, as she put it into her card-case. “Our curiosity about that dear, delightful woman is a link between us.”
Craven looked into her animated eyes, which were strongly searching him for admiration. He took her hand and held it for a moment.
“I don’t think I want to know Lady Sellingworth’s secret if she doesn’t wish me to know it,” he said.
“Now—is that true?”
“Yes,” he said, with a genuine earnestness which seemed to amuse her. “Really, really it is true.”