She laughed a little at the way he shut his jaws.
“Swear if you wish to!”
“I was thinking of some things I saw in Vienna and southern Poland not long ago.”
Again she gave him a long glance, as though wondering whether she could trust him. He was rather a queer-looking fellow, with a long, smooth-shaven face, weather-beaten and deeply lined, but the steel-grey eyes looked out steadily from under the heavy lashes, and there was something in the set of the jaw that won confidence. It was a powerful jaw, with muscles that bunched up into little ridges on either side.
“Have you been to Goritza recently?” she asked.
“I was there last month.”
“Did you meet the new ruler?” The question was asked indolently, almost carelessly, but there was in the voice a little quiver which struck Selden’s ear.
“You mean the president—Jeneski? Yes; he gave me an interview.”
“What did you think of him?”
“I thought him a remarkable man,” said Selden, looking at her and wondering if it was to ask these questions she had summoned him here.