I could make no reply.
“How did you learn my name?”
Unthinking, I answered:
“I do not know your name at this moment.”
“I am Gabrielle de Rivau, Comtesse de Villars.”
“Great heavens!” I exclaimed.
Would you believe it? It had not occurred to me for a moment that this was she! I had jumped to the conclusion that she was perhaps some friend of the Countess’s. I had never dreamed that fate could deal me so sorry a trick as to involve me in such a part against the woman I adored. “Are you the Comtesse de Villars?”
“I am.”
“I did not know.”
“Monsieur Burnham, you are full of mystery.”