"Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. I must!"
She threw open the door and pointed to it.
"My word holds," she said. "If you speak--farewell."
He stood quite silent for a moment, his eyes fixed upon her face.
Something he saw there had a curious effect upon him. He was suddenly
calm.
"I shall not speak," he said, "now or at any other time. Come!"
They went out together and he called a hansom. From the opposite
corner under the trees a man with his hat slouched over his eyes stood
and glowered at them.