'Our friends are all ready to leave, and you will surely bid them good-night!' 'I must be gone--I won't ring for you to be shown out--come this way.' 'But how will you get on in repeating the play tomorrow evening if that interpolation is against your wish ?' he asked, looking her hard in the face.
'I'll think it over during the night.

Come to-morrow morning to help me settle.

But,' she added, with coy yet genial independence, 'listen to me.

Not a word more about a--what you asked for, mind! I don't want to go so far, and I will not--not just yet anyhow--I mean perhaps never.
You must promise that, or I cannot see you again alone.' 'It shall be as you request.' 'Very well.

And not a word of this to a soul.