"An American girl.... So he is to marry an American girl!... I wonder if...."
For a moment he felt the hot coals of smoldering lawlessness flare within him. But a chill followed ... a bleak, dead, lifeless chill of resignation. He put out his hand.
"I hope everything good for you, my friend," he said, sadly. "Everything good for you ... and ... and this woman you are to marry."
CHAPTER VII
"It is as I thought ... he is in love. He admitted as much to me this morning.... What do you think of him?"
Danilo, standing before the kitchen window of the Robson home, looked out across the dreary stretch of back yards and dizzy back stairways.
Claire stopped folding a dish-towel as she gave Danilo a sharp glance. Here was the opportunity that she had longed for. Now she could tell him simply and naturally that she had seen Stillman before, that she knew him, had worked for him, in fact. But, instead, a sudden awkward silence fell.... Something at once definite and intangible had come between these two.
Danilo fingered his hat and remembered a pressing engagement.
Claire followed him to the door.