Her eyes questioned him.

Then her fingers stole once more over the keys, more softly still.
"I have just left your uncle," Hamel said.

"He told me that I might come in here." "Yes ?" she murmured.
"He was very hospitable," Hamel continued.

"He wanted me to remain here as a guest and not go to the Tower at all." "And you ?" "I am going to the Tower," he said.

"I am going there to-morrow or the day after." The music swelled beneath her fingers.
"For how long ?" "For a week or so.