"It is late, the King may be here at any moment, and we have decided nothing." He rose.
"Is it late ?" asked Dolores, passing her hand over her eyes dreamily.

"I had forgotten--it seems so short.

Give me the key on my side of the door--we had decided that, you know.

Go and sit down in your room, as we agreed.

Shall you read my letter again, love?
It may be half an hoar still before the King comes.