"No? You will not? And yet in half an hour or so we are going to pay this youngster a visit. It was a promise, was it not? I always keep my promises."
His voice made Nance afraid, it was so callous and so confident.
"When shall I see Mr. Benham?"
"Now, if you like."
She gave De Rothan a puzzled and mistrustful look. What was he trying to bring about? What were his motives?
"As you please."
"Come, then. Mr. Durrell, we will leave you for a few minutes."
Durrell looked fixedly at De Rothan.
"Chevalier——"
De Rothan guessed what his thoughts were and what he wished to say. He bowed to the father, and then to Nance.