“You entirely misjudge my motives.”
“Very possibly, if they are genuine. You have taught me not to expect that; and I have learnt the lesson. That’s all there is to it. And now, I have no wish to say to you any more of the angry things I feel. Shall we end this?”
“Will you consider what I have said and let me come to-morrow for an answer?”
“No. You have my answer; and I have no wish to see you again.”
“How bitter you can be!” she cried, rising.
My only reply was to open the door for her to leave.
“Do you mean to render me desperate? You underestimate my power to revenge myself. You will drive me to take a course which even I might afterwards regret. I am not yet Gatrina’s enemy; but ...” a very angry glance finished the sentence.
“We shall do better to end this,” I answered, curtly, meeting her look as I held the door for her.
“You will be well advised for your own and her sake if I find you in a different mood to-morrow;” and with this threat she went.
For her threats I cared little enough; and the only part of the interview which made any impression was the confirmation she had brought of the coming trouble.