"Ask me nothing, my friend," Liane Delorme begged. "But use your wits;
they will tell you more than I dare, perhaps--fond as I am of you,
Michael--they are more to be trusted. Remember, with women like me
self-interest is ever at work. Perhaps it may be that the pleasure of
seeing you tonight has made me for once self-forgetful, another time may
find me less indiscreet."
"I will be careful," Lanyard said gravely, "not to expect too
much . . ."