“I don’t understand you, Mr. Garfield!” she said, also lowering her voice.
“I will explain one day, Mrs. Cullerton—one day when we are alone.”
“When?” she whispered, for Madame Rameil was approaching at the moment.
“Whenever you like to make an appointment,” I replied. “Only I must first hold you to absolute secrecy.”
“That’s agreed,” whispered the pretty young woman. “To-morrow. I will be here alone at three o’clock,” and then she held out her hand, and aloud said:
“Good-bye, Mr. Garfield. So sorry you have to run away so early. Good-bye!”