“You did not go with the carriage, then?” I said in some surprise.
“No, monsieur, mademoiselle said, if M. Boreski wished it, and he did not say so.”
“I am glad, Ivan.”
“Thank you, monsieur. I thought you would wish it. What are we to do next?”
“I don’t know. I will see Mademoiselle Helga,” and I went to the room where she was.
Chapter XVI—HELGA’S DEFEAT
WITH my hand on the door of the room where Helga was, I paused. The thought crossed my mind that I had not been alone with her since the critical moment in which the cloud between us had been swept away, and we had seemed to understand intuitively each the other’s heart feelings.
The thought embarrassed me, and I turned back to try and think my way to some definite practical course of action.