The man bowed, as if she had paid him a compliment. He was so utterly hardened that even her burning scorn could not affect him.
"Don't write to me, don't send to me," she said; "it will only be dangerous—more so for you than for me—remember that."
"I can trust you; I have the utmost faith in your word."
She gathered her shawl about her and moved towards the door.
"Are you going already?"
"That bracelet!" she said, with a sudden thought. "You parted with it of course—could you get it back?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"I received your note concerning it; we will see—very doubtful I fear. But when I am once gone—even if your husband does discover it—there will be no trouble."
She turned her back on him. He started forward to open the door for her, his hand touched hers on the knob, she started as if a scorpion had stung her, but he only cast a smile in her face and allowed her to pass out.
"A wonderful woman!" he said to himself, after she had disappeared. "What a pity she hates me so; the only woman in the world worth having at your feet."