As I removed this latter, through some gay impulse, whose nature I did not pause to analyze, I half mechanically thrust it into the side pocket of my coat.
"This shall be security," said I, "that what you speak with my master shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth." There was a curious deeper red in her cheek.

I saw her bosom beat the faster rhythm.
"Quite agreed!" she answered.

But she motioned me away, taking the stout boot in her own hand and turning aside as she fastened it.

She looked over her shoulder at me now and again while thus engaged.
"Tell me," she said gently, "what security do _I_ have?
You come, by my invitation, it is true, but none the less an intrusion, into my apartments.

You demand of me something which no man has a right to demand.