“Perhaps you will tell me what you imagine my object to be.”
“You want Eve Carfax’s address.”
For the first time she saw that she had stung him.
“Then I can assure you you are wrong. I have no intention of asking for it. It is a point of honour.”
She repeated the words slowly, and in a quiet and ironical voice.
“A point of honour!”
She became conscious of his smile, a smile that began deep down in his eyes. It angered her a little, because it suggested that his man’s knowledge was deeper, wiser, and kinder than hers.
“I take it, Miss Duveen, that you are Eve’s very good friend.”
“I hope so.”
“That is exactly why I have come to you. Understand me, Eve is not to know that I have been here.”