"Besides, I'm responsible, and I must do what's good for you.

And, after all, I shan't give you away, don't you know ?" "Oh, do be careful!" said Dorothy plaintively.
"I will," said Tinker; and he rose and sauntered off along the promenade.
Dorothy looked after him with mingled feelings, dread of what he might do, vexation, and a little shame that he should have so easily surprised her secret; though, indeed, she preferred that Tinker should have discovered it rather than anyone else in the world.

Then her sure knowledge of his discretion eased her anxiety, and the consideration of his able imagination and versatile ingenuity set a new and strong hope springing up in her.
Tinker strolled along to the Cafe du Printemps, and found his father sitting before it on the usual uncomfortable little chair before the usual white-topped table.

He saw that his father's face wore the same expression as Dorothy's had worn before he had insisted on coming to her aid.

Then he saw, with something of a shock, that a glass of absinthe stood on the table.