She looked at him wistfully.
"Ah—but you won't," she answered.
"I will."
He spoke with energy. She nodded.
"I'd like you to."
Then they went out into the evening and hailed a hansom.
"Put me down at the Piccadilly end of Regent Street," said the lady of the feathers.
CHAPTER VIII
THE LADY OF THE FEATHERS VISITS VALENTINE
Julian was curiously touched by his interview in the Marylebone Road, and he did not fail to recount it to Valentine, whose delicate imagination would, he felt certain, feel the pity and the pain of it.