“But, Thessa——”
“Please! If you don’t receive it before I leave, I shall come to you again and ask your aid and advice——”
“Will you come here?”
“Yes. Now take me in.... Because I am not quite certain about your maid—and perhaps one other person——”
His expression of astonishment checked her for a 149 moment, then the old irresistible laughter rang out sweetly in the moonlight.
“Oh, Garry! It is funny, isn’t it!—to be dogged and hunted day and night by a pack of shadows? If I only knew who casts them!”
She took his arm gaily, with that little, courageous lifting of the head:
“Allons! We shall dance again and defy the devil! And you may send your servant down to see whether my letter has arrived—not that maid with slanting eyes!—I have no confidence in her—but your marvellous major-domo, Garry——”
Her smile was bright and untroubled as she stepped back into the studio, leaning on his arm.
“You dear boy,” she whispered, with the irresponsible undertone of laughter ringing in her voice, “thank you for bothering with my woes. I’ll be rid of them soon, I hope, and then—perhaps—I’ll lead you another dance along the moonlit way!”