Harleston; I--"
"Where are you now?" he demanded.
"At the Chateau--in my apartment. Anything more?"
"Nothing; except to pray you to be prudent and not do it again."
"I'll promise--until I see you." She lowered her voice--"Are you there,
Mr. Harleston?"
"I'm here--since I can't be with you there," he replied.
"Assuredly not! I'm not exactly in receiving attire. Meanwhile the
morning--and Madame Brunette's doings. Good-night, _Mon camarade_."
XIX
MARSTON
At nine o'clock the next morning, Marston tapped gently on the door of
Madeline Spencer's apartment, and was immediately admitted by the demure
maid; who greeted him with a smile, which he repaid with a kiss--several
of them, indeed--and an affectionate and pressing arm to her shapely and
slender waist.
"I suppose monsieur wants to see my mistress," said she.
"Now that I've seen you, yes, little one," Marston returned, with
another kiss.
"Have you seen me, monsieur?"
"Not half long enough, my love; but business before pleasure. There's
another now, so run along and do your devoir."
She fetched him a tiny slap across his cheek, for which she was caught
and made to suffer again; then she wriggled loose, and, with a flirty
backward kick at him, disappeared through the inner doorway.
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