Granet, who had suddenly stiffened into rigid attention, felt a quick impulse of disappointment.
"I have rung the bell for my own maid," she said.

"She will show you out of the place.

Don't let any one see you, if you can help it." "And to-morrow ?" he asked.

"You will lunch with me ?" "I will be at the Golf Club," she promised, "at one o'clock." Granet was conducted almost stealthily down the stairs and into the avenue.

Half-way to the gate he paused to listen.