"Yes, if you promise."
"Will you bring her to me tonight, promise or no promise? I don't want to say anything to you which I can't say in front of her."
"Won't you promise me that you will accept my proposition and urge her to?"
"I think I will, but I won't say. I want her to hear what you have to say. I think I will."
Mrs. Dale shook her head despondently.
"You might as well acquiesce," went on Eugene. "I'm going to see her anyhow, whether you will or no. She's there, and I'll find her if I have to search the house room by room. She can hear my voice."
He was carrying things with a high hand.
"Well," replied Mrs. Dale, "I suppose I must. Please don't let on to the servants. Pretend you're my guest. Let me take you back to St. Jacques tonight, after you see her. Don't stay with her more than half an hour."
She was absolutely frightened out of her wits at this terrific dénouement.
Eugene sat grimly congratulating himself as they jogged on in the moonlight. He actually squeezed her arm cheerfully and told her not to be so despairing—that all would come out all right. They would talk to Suzanne. He would see what she would have to say.