"It is then—just between you and me, sir?"
"That's the idea. Of course I shall say nothing about it to a third person. Come—you promise!"
Poussette seemed uneasy.
"But—m'sieu—just you and me? That seems, sir, just same thing as go confess to Father Rielle. Beg pardon, Mr. Ringfield, but bigosh, sir—that is same sure as go on the confession."
Ringfield saw the point.
"I understand, Poussette. You are right. We must not be ashamed of trying to be good. Nothing done in the corner, eh? Well, then, you tell—anybody you like."
"The new lady—Mees Cordova! Will that be all right, sir?"
"Why Miss Cordova? Oh, well—never mind! So long as I've got your word, Poussette, the word of an honest man, eh?"
"I'll thry, sir."
"That's good. That's all right. You're a man, Poussette."