“So you would even try to turn my servants against me.”
“My cigar is half through,” I said, very calmly.
“Ah, you have no answer to that.”
“No, none. Ivan or you yourself can find one easily.”
“You are insufferable,” she cried, her eyes flashing, as she sprang to her feet. “I will not stay in the room with you,” and she crossed to the door.
I went on smoking and would not even turn my head to watch her. At the door she paused.
“Will you leave my house, M. Denver?”
“I have given you my answer already, Mademoiselle Helga.”
“I did not think you could be so grossly discourteous.”
“There’s a good deal about me you seem to persist in misunderstanding. But one thing you shall know clearly—that my will power is every whit as strong as yours.”