Vassilitch did not answer.
"His name? Tell me his name," was the impatient command.
"I will tell you, but not now."
"You are very mysterious," said Gabrielle, watching him closely. "You must be aware that you are keeping me in suspense."
Vassilitch rose. "It is merely a fancy of mine," said he. "I ask you to believe that I have spoken the simple truth. I am still prepared to carry out your instructions; but I should like you to consider the assurance that I have given you. In a short time I hope to see you again. Perhaps—anyhow, you know that I am your servant; you have but to command me. I will wish you good-night, mademoiselle."
Gabrielle extended her hand. She was troubled by the bitterness of his smile. Certainly this man was mysterious to-night. "Where are you staying?" she asked, suddenly, willing to prolong the conversation.
"At the L—— Hotel."
"You will dine with me one night? This place is quiet, but it has its charm."
"Nothing would delight me more."
"To-morrow?"