Begging her to wait a moment until he could
arrange for her to pass to her carriage unnoticed, he left the room.
Yet it seemed that the cause of the disturbance was unsuspected by Mr.
Rushbrook. Mr. Leyton, although left to the consolation of cigars and
liquors in the blue room, had become slightly weary of his companion's
prolonged absence. Satisfied in his mind that Rushbrook had joined
the gayer party, and that he was even now paying gallant court to the
Signora, he became again curious and uneasy. At last the unmistakable
sound of whispering voices in the passage got the better of his sense of
courtesy as a guest, and he rose from his seat, and slightly opened the
door. As he did so the figures of a man and woman, conversing in earnest
whispers, passed the opening. The man's arm was round the woman's
waist; the woman was--as he had suspected--the one who had stood in the
doorway, the Signora--but--the man was NOT Rushbrook. Mr. Leyton drew
back this time in unaffected horror.
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