"He has lent Struboff twenty thousand francs; but for that I must have sung before I was ready."
The situation seemed a little clearer.
"But he is curious," she pursued, fixing a patiently speculative eye on Wetter. "You would say that he was fond of me?"
"It is a possible reason for his presence."
"He doesn't show it," said she, with a shrug.
I understood that little point in Wetter's code; besides, his humour seemed just now too bitter for love-making. If Coralie felt any resentment, it did not go very deep. She turned her eyes from Wetter to my face.
"You're going to be married very soon?" she said.
"In a month," said I. "I'm having my last fling. You perceived our high spirits?"
"I've seen her picture. She's pretty. And I've seen the Countess von Sempach."
"You know about her?"