"I'll write immediately I reach Paris, and let you know how I am getting on." "You are very kind," Kitwater answered, and Codd nodded his head.
My hostess and I then set off down the drive to the righ road which we followed towards the village.

It was a perfect evening, and the sun was setting in the west in a mass of crimson and gold.

At first we talked of various commonplace subjects, but it was not very long before we came back, as I knew we should do, to the one absorbing topic.
"There is another thing I want to set right with you, Miss Kitwater," I said, as we paused upon the bridge to which I have elsewhere referred.
"It is only a small matter.

Somehow, however, I feel that I must settle it, before I can proceed further in the affair with any satisfaction to myself." She looked at me in surprise.
"What is it ?" she asked, "I thought we had settled everything." "So far as I can see that is the only matter that remains," I answered.
"Yet it is sufficiently important to warrant my speaking to you about it.

What I want to know is, who I am serving ?" "I don't think I understand," she said, drawing lines with her umbrella upon the stone coping of the bridge as she spoke.
"And yet my meaning is clear," I returned.