It had never before struck me that the Imp was like a cat; but suddenly the resemblance struck me--something in the poor little creature's expression, it must have been, or in her greenish grey eyes which seemed at that moment to concentrate all the knowledge of old and evil things that has ever come into the world since the days of the early Egyptians--when a cat was worshipped.
"No, I'm not going out of town," Di answered.

"I came here to meet you, in case you should be leaving by this train, and I brought Lisa with me." "Who told you I was leaving ?" I asked, hoping for a second or two that the Foreign Secretary had confided to her something of his secret--guessing ours, perhaps, and that my unexpected, inexplicable absence might injure me with her.
"I can't tell you," she answered.

"I didn't believe you would go; even though I got your letter by the eight o'clock post this morning." "I'm glad you got that," I said.

"I posted it soon after I left you last night." "Why didn't you tell me when we were bidding each other good-bye, that you wouldn't be able to see me this afternoon, instead of waiting to write ?" "Frankly and honestly," I said (for I had to say it), "just at the moment, and only for the moment, I forgot about the Duchess of Glasgow's bazaar.

That was because, after I decided to drop in at the bazaar, something happened which made it impossible for me to go.