"Yes."
"Then why shouldn't I see it?"
"You may, but not now."
"Well, when?"
The Seraph's manner had grown suddenly agitated. To gain time, he produced a cigarette, but his agitation was betrayed in the trembling hand that held the match.
"When we meet again," he answered after a pause.
"We meet again to-night."
"When we meet—after parting."
"We part to dress for dinner."
"I mean a long, serious parting," he replied in a low voice.