"What's the matter with you?" he said bluntly, for finer weapons seemed useless. "What have I done to make you hate me?"
"I hate you? Oh, no—not in the least," said Betty spitefully. "I am very grateful to you for all your kindness."
"Where are you staying?" he asked.
"Hotel Bête," said Betty, off her guard, "but—"
The "but" marked his first score.
"I wish I could have called to see your aunt," he said carelessly, "but I am off to Vienna to-morrow."
Betty believed that she did not change countenance by a hair's breadth.
"I hope you'll have a delightful time," she said politely.
"Thanks. I am sure I shall. The only consolation for leaving Paris is that one is going to Vienna. Are you here for long?"
"I don't know." Betty was on her guard again.