“You have it.”
“Ah, yes, truly.”
Then he stood up.
“I go at one, and I have ordered to eat at twelve. I must therefore leave you this shortly. You will make my adieux to your charming friend, n’est-ce pas?”
“I am so glad that you came to Zurich and met her,” she said, rising also and lifting her eyes to his.
He was looking so indifferent that she felt for the instant both puzzled and hurt, and was angry at herself for ever having blushed on his account. Then she recollected the telegram from Leipsic and drew herself up well.
“Is it only because that I have the pleasure to meet mademoiselle that you are glad I come?” he asked, holding out his hand.
She nodded, smiling, but ignoring the hand.
“In Lucerne you gave me your hand in good-bye,” he said presently.
She offered her fingers with a frankness unequalled.