“When you would have thrown away your life, and would not let me go with you, monsieur. What else could I do?” and he shrugged his great shoulders. “But I will follow you now anywhere and obey you implicitly.”
“At present I do not know what to do. I see no way, Ivan.”
“You will think of something—or Mademoiselle Helga will. But she should not stay here. There are places where she can hide safely, monsieur. We have done it before.”
“Well, we shall see,” I answered a little hopelessly as we entered the house.
Helga was waiting for us in the hall, and seemed angry and excited.
“Ivan, get M. Boreski’s carriage, and, if he wishes it, go with him to the city. He starts as soon as possible. M. Denver will probably go with him.”
Ivan looked the picture of perplexity.
“And yourself, mademoiselle?” he asked.
“Do as I say, Ivan, and at once.”
He went away without a word but he glanced at me.