With absolute steadiness he drew it down over her face.
"Have you a conveyance waiting ?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered.
He turned to the door.

He was in the act of opening it when she stayed him.
"One moment!" she said.
He stopped at once, standing before her with his level eyes looking straight at her.
She spoke hurriedly behind her veil.
"Promise me, you will never--never let him know--of this!" He made a grave bow, his eyes unchangeably upon her.
"Certainly," he said.
She made an involuntary movement; her hands clenched.

She stood as if she were about to make some further appeal.

But he opened the door and held it for her, and such was the finality of his action that she was obliged to pass out.
He followed her into the lift and took her down in unbroken silence.
A taxi awaited her.

He escorted her to it.
"Good night!" he said then.
She hesitated an instant.