“No, but for me. I’m going down to the Court.”
“To give me away?”
He had been staring at the dark mirror. He turned his face slowly toward her with a smile.
“I suppose I need not deny that,” he said. “I shall not give you away, even for your good; you know that.”
“Then for what are you going?”
“You’re making a mistake,” he said, ignoring her question. “If you must leave your husband, you should go by the front door; it’s a higher class of exit, pleasanter, more modern, and more effective; besides, it prevents the good man running after you with a posse of detectives.”
“Do you think he’ll do that?” she groaned.
“Doubtless; perhaps offer a reward. Now, to avoid that and live secure, you’ll grant me a day’s grace, won’t you—and wait?”
“I shall be trusting you,” she said.
“And now you’d better go. I have to catch the nine-fifteen, isn’t it? And I’m very certain you’ve had no dinner.”