“No, no!” she cried in a low tone, “let matters rest as they are. I shook hands with you just now, but I did not know that you had come—with that man.”
“You think he is my friend?” asked Westerham, gently.
“How can I doubt it?” asked Lady Kathleen.
“Well,” said Westerham, with a quiet little laugh, “I admit that he appears to be, but that is to suit my purpose and to gain my own ends.”
“I thought so,” she murmured.
“Yes, yes,” replied Westerham, quickly, “but don't misunderstand me—my ends may be selfish, but they are not criminal.”
Lady Kathleen started violently.
Westerham glanced about him to see that they were unobserved; he found that they were quite alone.
“I must speak quickly,” he said, “as I know it is impossible for you to stay here long, but please hear me out.