“You are really very kind,” she responded; “but I fear I take up far too much of your time.”
“Not at all,” I hastened to assure her. “I always enjoy our walks together.”
She smiled, but a moment later said—
“I fear that I shall be prevented from going to Hanover Square to-morrow, as I shall be making calls with mother. We’ve been neglecting to call of late, and have such a host to make.”
“Then I shan’t see you at all to-morrow?” I said in deep disappointment.
“No, I fear not,” she answered. “As a matter of fact, my movements for the next few days are rather uncertain.”
“But you’ll write and tell me when you are free?” I urged earnestly.
“If you wish,” she responded, smiling sweetly. Apparently she was in no wise averse to my companionship, a fact which had become to me more apparent now that she had induced her mother to invite me to their table.
I endeavoured to extract from her some appointment, but she only whispered—
“Remember that our meetings are clandestine. Don’t let them overhear us. Let’s change the subject.” And then she began to discuss several of the latest novels.