‘I do not know,’ he answered, frowning at her.  He always frowned at her when she spoke to him of Miss Dale.

‘I do not in the least care for your frowns,’ she said playfully, putting up her hands to smooth his brows.  ’I think I know you intimately enough to name your goddess to you.’

‘She isn’t my goddess.’

’A very cold goddess, I should think, from what I hear.  I wish to ask you for a promise respecting her.’

‘What promise?’

‘Will you grant it to me?’

‘How can I tell till I hear?’

‘You must promise me not to speak of me when you see her.’

‘But why must I promise that?’

‘Promise me.’

‘Not unless you tell me why.’  Johnny had already assured himself that nothing could be more improbable than that he should mention the name of Miss Demolines to Lily Dale.

’Very well, sir.  Then you may go.  And I must say that unless you can comply with so slight a request as that, I shall not care to see you here again.  Mr Eames, why should you want to speak evil of me to Miss Dale?’

‘I do not want to speak evil of you.’

’I know that you could not speak of me to her without at least ridicule.  Come, promise me.  You shall come here Thursday evening, and I will tell you why I have asked you.’

‘Tell me now.’

She hesitated a moment, and then shook her head.  ’No.  I cannot tell you now.  My heart is still bleeding with the memory of that poor man’s face.  I will not tell you now.  And yet is not that you must give me the promise.  Will you not trust me so far as that?’

‘I will not speak of you to Miss Dale.’

’There is my own friend!  And now, John, mind you are here at half-past eight on Thursday.  Punctually at half-past eight.  There is a thing I have to tell you, which I will tell you then if you will come.  I had thought to have told you today.’

‘And why not now?’

’I cannot.  My feelings are too many for me.  I should never go through with it after all that has between us about poor Broughton.  I should break down; indeed I should.  Go now, for I am tired.’  Then having probably taken a momentary advantage of that more potent attraction to which we have before alluded, he left the room very suddenly.

He left the room very suddenly because Madalina’s movements had been so sudden, and her words so full of impulse.  He had become aware that in this little game in which he was playing in Porchester Terrace everything ought to be done after some unaccustomed and special fashion.  So—­having clasped Madalina for one moment in his arms—­he made a rush at the room door, and was out on the landing in a second.  He was a little too quick for old Lady Demolines.  The skirt of whose night-dress—­as it seemed to Johnny—­he saw whisking away, in at another door.  It was nothing, however, to him if old Lady Demolines, who was always too ill to be seen, chose to roam about her own house in her night-dress.