"
"What are you going to do, Mr. Harleston?" Mrs. Clephane asked.
"I think you will enjoy it better if you're not wise, little lady!" he
smiled. "Moreover, it depends on circumstances just how it's to be gone
about--except that it ends in the office of the Secretary of
State.--Hush!"
"The Secretary of State!" she exclaimed low.
"I've an appointment to take Mrs. Spencer to meet his Excellency at four
o'clock."
"And what are you going to do with me, Mr. Harleston?" she smiled.
"You mean at four o'clock, or permanently?"
"At four o'clock, sir," with a charming lilt of the head.
"Take you along."
"With _that woman_? Thank you!"
"No, with me."
"Didn't you say you had an appointment to take Mrs. Spencer?"
"I did!"
"You intend to keep the appointment?"
"I do!"
"Surely, sir, you don't imagine for a moment that I would go anywhere
with Mrs. Spencer!"
"No more than you imagine that I would ask it of you!" he smiled.
"It seems to me your meaning is somewhat obscure," she retorted.
"However, whether you don't mean it, or do mean it, I'll trust myself to
you because it's you, Mr. Harleston."
"Permanently, my lady?"
"Certainly not, sir. I refer only to this afternoon; I want to be in at
the end of the game.
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