The girl's sidelong glance was far away.
"Mercy, I want you to do something for me."
"Yes, yes."
Again the sidelong glance.
Hugh lifted the girl's head with his hand to recall her wandering thoughts.
"Paul will come again to-night. I want you to wait for him and speak to him."
"Yes, yes; but won't he ask me questions?"
"What if he does? Answer them all. Only don't say that I have told you to speak to him. Tell him—will you remember it?—are you listening?—look me in the face, little woman."
"Yes, yes."
"Tell him that Mr. Christian—Parson Christian, you know—has come to London and wishes to see him at once. Say he has looked for him at the hotel in Regent Street and not found him there, and is now at the inn in Hendon. Will you remember?"