"Had you anything to say to me?" she asked in a lower—and he thought a gentler—voice.
"I've a lot to say to you," he said, finding his voice again.
"Really? What about?"
He looked at her so appealingly, so miserably, that the faintest possible smile touched her lips.
"Can I do anything for you, Mr. Marque?"
"If—if you'd only let me speak to you——"
"But I am letting you."
"I mean—to-morrow, too——"
"To-morrow? To-morrow is a very, very long way off. It is somewhere beyond those eastern hills—but a very, very long way off!—as far as the East is from the West. No; I know nothing about to-morrow, so how can I promise anything to anybody?"
"Will your promise cover to-day?"