"Thank you!"
She stretched out her beautiful hand impulsively: I took it.
"Thanks—and good-by," she said a trifle gravely, Then, with a shadow of the smile still lingering: "Good-by: because, from now on, it is to be master and servant. We must both remember that."
I was silent.
"You will remember, won't you?" she said—the laughter flashed in her eyes:—"especially if we ever happen to be in the cellar together?"
I said, forcing a smile and my voice not quite steady: "Suppose we finish that scene, now, Thusis?"
"Good heavens!" she said:—"and the Admiral watching us!" She drew her hand from mine and pointed at the picture over my mantel.
"I'm afraid of that man," she said. "The cellar is less terrifying——"
"Thusis!"
But she laughed and slipped through the door. "Good-by, Don Michael!" she called back softly from the stairs.