CHAPTER XXII
Miss Ricardo," Nora said after dinner, "I want very much to speak to Ian at once. I must speak to him."
Terry looked doubtful. "But if you're so afraid of his being discovered" she began.
Nora cut her short. "I know. You will think I'm never sure of my own mind. And of course when I begged you to let me carry out this plan, I told you I didn't mean ever to see him alone. You were simply an angel to take pity on me, and allow us this chance of being near each other for a few days, so that we might try to arrange for the future, and I oughtn't to take advantage of your goodness. You mustn't be drawn into trouble through us, whatever comes. Ian says that, and I feel it as much as he. But—I must talk to him alone to-night."
"Would it do if we sent, and had him come to the door here as if taking orders for to-morrow?" Terry asked. "Or perhaps he might come inside for five or six minutes, without its being thought odd, even by curious persons. I could go into my own room while you spoke together."
I thought you would be angelic enough to suggest
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