“You will know one day,” was her evasive reply.
“And who is he?”
“I regret that I am not permitted to tell you,” she answered.
At that instant heavy footsteps sounded in the hall, and gruff voices exchanged greetings.
“Hark!” she gasped, starting to her feet in alarm. “Is the door locked?”
I sprang to it, and, as the waiting-maid had left it slightly ajar, I could see the new-comers. I closed it, and slid the bolt into its socket.
“Who are they?” she inquired.
“Two men in dark overcoats and soft felt hats. They look like foreigners.”
“Ah! I know!” she gasped, terrified, her face blanched in an instant. “Let us go! They must not see me! You will help me to escape, won’t you? Can I get out without them recognising me?”