“Then I went to Mr. Drake's chambers.”
“I don't know why everybody should think that Mr. Drake——”
His great eyes were fixed on her face and his mouth was quivering, and, to prevent him from speaking, she put on a look of forced gaiety and said, “But how did you light on me at last?”
“I meant to find you, Glory, if I tramped all London over and everybody denied you to me”—the lump in her throat was hurting her dreadfully—“but I chanced to see the name over the music hall.”
She saw it coming, and broke into laughter. “The music hall! Only think! You looking at music halls!”
“I was there on Monday night.”
“You? Monday? Then perhaps it was not my fancy that I saw you by the stage do—.” Her nerves were getting more and more excited, and to calm them she crossed her arms above her head. “So they gave you my address at the stage door, did they?”
“No, I wrote for it to Peel.”
“Peel?” She caught her breath, and her arms came down. “Then perhaps you told them where——” “I told them nothing, Glory.” She looked at him through her eyelashes, her head held down.
“Not that it matters, you know.”