"Did he not tell you that if you loved him you must remain silent?" I
demanded, fiercely. "Don't you know what you've done?"
"No," she gasped, alarmed. "What--what have I done? Tell me. What
will happen?"
But I knew I had nearly betrayed myself, and quickly recovering my
self-possession, said:
"You have--well, if he is on a secret mission, as I expect he is, it may
be that you may have placed those who desire to thwart its success in a
position to do so."
"Ah! Heaven! I never thought of that," she cried in despair. "Now, I
remember, the man spoke with a rather foreign accent."
"Yes," I said, severely. "By disobeying his injunctions you may have
placed him in the hands of his enemies!" She sat silent, her hands
clasped before her, and sighing heavily, she shuddered.
Then rising slowly she left me. I did not follow, for I saw she walked
unevenly with bent head, in order to hide her emotion.