wish I hadn't, now. I wish I'd shown that I trusted him entirely. I know
he deserves to be trusted; and to-morrow I shall tell him--"

"I don't think I should commit myself any further till day after
to-morrow," said I drily. "Indeed, you couldn't if you wanted to, unless
you wrote or wired. You won't see him to-morrow."

"Yes, I shall," she contradicted me, opening those big hazel eyes of
hers, that looked positively black with excitement. "He's going to the
Duchess of Glasgow's bazaar, because I said I should most likely be
there: and I will go--"

"But he won't."

"How can you know anything about it?"

"I do know, everything. And I'll tell you what I know, if you'll promise
me two things."

"What things?"

"That you won't ask me how I found out, and that you'll swear never to
give me away to anybody."

"Of course I wouldn't 'give you away,' as you call it. But--I'm not sure
I want you to tell me. I have faith in Ivor. I'd rather not hear stories
behind his back."

"Oh, very well, then, go to the Duchess's to-morrow," I snapped, "and
wear your prettiest frock to please Ivor, when just about that time