— 12 — YSABEAUDirk and the lady entered the room he had just quitted; he set a chair for her near the window and waited for her to speak, but kept his eyes the while on her shrouded figure.
“You are well disguised,” said Dirk at last, as she made no sign of speaking. “What is your business with me?”
He began to think that she could not be Jacobea since she gave no indication of revealing herself; also, he fancied that she was too short.
“Is there anyone to overhear us or interrupt?” the lady spoke at last, her voice muffled a little by the mask.
“None,” answered Dirk half impatiently. “I beg that you tell me who you are.”
“Certes, that can wait;” her eyes sparkled through their holes in contrast with the ghastly painted wood that made her face immovable. “But I will tell you who you a
