We should be private in the gardens
there. As for time, the sooner the better, though for secrecy's
sake we had better meet at night. Shall we say at midnight?"
But Sir Terence would agree to none of this.
"To-night is out of the question for me. I have an engagement
that will keep me until late. To-morrow night, if you will, I
shall be at your service." And because he did not trust Samoval
he added, as Samoval himself had almost reckoned: "But I should
prefer not to come to Bispo. I might be seen going or returning."
"Since there are no such scruples on my side, I am ready to come
to you here if you prefer it."
"It would suit me better."
"Then expect me promptly at midnight to-morrow, provided that you
can arrange to admit me without my being seen. You will perceive
my reasons."
"Those gates will be closed," said O'Moy, indicating the now gaping
massive doors that closed the archway at night. "But if you knock
I shall be waiting for you, and I will admit you by the wicket."
"Excellent," said Samoval suavely. "Then - until to-morrow night,
General." He bowed with almost extravagant submission, and turning
walked sharply away, energy and suppleness in every line of his
slight figure, leaving Sir Terence to the unpleasant, almost
desperate, thoughts that reflection must usher in as his anger
faded.
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