He bent his head as though he had not heard her.
"I was married today to Steppe. Oh God, it is awful, Ronnie, awful!"
He put his arm about her and kissed the tearful face, and then—
Crash!
The door shook again.
"I think that is your husband," said Ronnie gently, "will you go into my room?"
He opened the door for her and said "yes" with his eyes to the alarmed François.
Steppe flung himself into the room. In his great fur-collared coat he looked a giant of a man.
"Well?" said Ronnie.
"Where's my wife!" The man's voice vibrated. "You swine! Where is my wife—she's come here—I know, to her damned paramour. Where is she?" he bellowed.