'Don't be afraid--I'm not going to send for her!' laughed his hostess; 'her being here, after all, has nothing to do with it, except that she _did_ come--yes, certainly, she did come. But my keeping her--that was my doing. My maid has gone to Grosvenor Place to get her things and let them know that she will stay here for the present. Now am I clear?' 'Not in the least,' said Mr. Wendover, almost sternly. Lady Davenant, however, was not of a composition to suspect him of sternness or to care very much if she did, and she went on, with her quick discursiveness: 'Well, we must be patient; we shall work it out together. I was afraid you would go away, that's why I lost no time. Above all I want you to understand that she has not the least idea that I have sent for you, and you must promise me never, never, never to let her know. She would be monstrous angry. It is quite my own idea--I have taken the responsibility. I know very little about you of course, but she has spoken to me well of you. Besides, I am very clever about people, and I liked you that day, though you seemed to think I was a hundred and eighty.' 'You do me great honour,' Mr. Wendover rejoined. 'I'm glad you're pleased! You must be if I tell you that I like you now even better. I see what you are, except for the question of fortune. It doesn't perhaps matter much, but have you any money? I mean have you a fine income?' 'No, indeed I haven't!' And the young man laughed in his bewilderment. 'I have very little money indeed.' 'Well, I daresay you have as much as I. Besides, that would be a proof she is not mercenary.' 'You haven't in the least made it plain whom you are talking about,' said Mr. Wendover. 'I have no right to assume anything.' 'Are you afraid of betraying her? I am more devoted to her even than I want you to be. She has told me what happened between you last night--what she said to you at the opera. That's what I want to talk to you about.' 'She was very strange,' the young man remarked. 'I am not so sure that she was strange. However, you are welcome to think it, for goodness knows she says so herself. She is overwhelmed with horror at her own words; she is absolutely distracted and prostrate.' Mr. Wendover was silent a moment. 'I assured her that I admire her--beyond every one. I was most kind to her.' 'Did you say it in that tone? You should have thrown yourself at her feet! From the moment you didn't--surely you understand women well enough to know.' 'You must remember where we were--in a public place, with very little room for throwing!' Mr. Wendover exclaimed. 'Ah, so far from blaming you she says your behaviour was perfect. It's only I who want to have it out with you,' Lady Davenant pursued. 'She's so clever, so charming, so good and so unhappy.' 'When I said just now she was strange, I meant only in the way she turned against me.' 'She turned against you?' 'She told me she hoped she should never see me again.'