She hung her head in evident chagrin.
“But where will you go?” she demanded.
“Oh, that is all arranged. I have taken a small house and furnished it, in another name.”
“Where?” she asked breathlessly.
“Perhaps I had better not tell you till this excitement is over. I must not burden you with too many of my secrets.”
Sophia’s eyes filled with tears.
“You distrust me still!” she cried. “But, after all, what does it matter? I have only to ask Petrovitch.”
“That will be quite unnecessary as well as useless. I pledge myself to tell you before I leave this place, and I have not favored M. Petrovitch with my new address.”
She smiled scornfully.