If she left the room the plan would be at an end. I felt that, and I would have given all I had in the world to feel able to stop her. But I dared not show a sign of weakness. I should be in her power forever, and the scheme would be wrecked that way.
I held the door open for her, keeping my face set and expressionless.
At the door she turned and looked at me, right into my eyes, when our faces were within a few inches of one another.
"You will be sorry for this!" she cried, almost between her teeth.
"I never regret my decisions, except as they injure others," I replied coldly.
She started, and stamped her foot, and still stood staring hard at me. I thought I knew the struggle that was shaking her. It was a fight whether her old hate for me or her new love for Praga was the stronger. Her excitement and passion increased with every second that the contest endured.
"I hate you!" she cried vehemently. "I hate you, and I can ruin you!"
I made no sign of having even heard the words. I thought she was going, when suddenly her love gained a sweeping victory.
With impetuous force she wrenched the door from me, and slammed it to with great violence, and seemed almost as if she would strike me in the face.
"You are a coward and a bully!" she exclaimed hysterically. "You only act like this because you know I dare not do what is in my power."