I had no time to see more; but the list of surprises was not completed yet.
We had not driven a hundred yards before Karl sat up, seemed to shake off his stupor, and laughed lazily.
"Well, Henriette, here we are—off at last. But I wonder what in the devil's name is going to happen next?"
He was neither drunk nor drugged, then; but merely acting. I almost cried out in my astonishment and relief.
But what did it all mean?
CHAPTER XV
AN EMBARRASSING DRIVE
I was so astonished at this turn of matters that I squeezed myself up into as small a space as possible in the corner of the carriage, a prey to completely baffling perplexity.
The sense of shame with which I had followed his shambling, drunken movements, as he was helped into the vehicle, gave way to a feeling at first of relief, and then of pleasure—both feelings mingled with consummate dismay.