"But I have just had a letter from her begging me to come here at once; written evidently in great agitation."
"There are enough hours in a night to allow of many short letters being written. She was intensely agitated when she fled!"
"You seem to be cool enough."
"My nerves are of a different order from hers. Besides, I have nothing to fear in all this."
"How is it that you are here at all?"
"I am not Madame d'Artelle, and therefore not accountable for my actions or movements to you."
"You left Pesth yesterday—when did you return?"
"If you consult a time table you can see at what hours the trains reach the city, and can judge for yourself which I was likely to be in."
"You can answer me or not, as you please," he said angrily; "but you will have to account for your presence here."
"Why?" and I looked at him meaningly. He passed the question off with a shrug of the shoulders.