"Have your own way," he answered, "I mean to have mine--I'll go home with you."The man was simply irresistible. Beaucourt sat down resignedly on the nearest of the hall chairs. **** asked him to return to the dining-room. "No," he said; "it's not worth while. What I can tell you may be told in two minutes." **** submitted, and took the next of the hall chairs. In that inappropriate place the young lord's unpremeditated confession was forced out of him, by no more formidable exercise of power than the kindness of his friend.
"When you hear where I met with her," he began, "you will most likely not want to hear any more. I saw her, for the first time, on the stage of a music hall."He looked at ****. Perfectly quiet and perfectly impenetrable, **** only said, "Go on." Beaucourt continued in these words: