"Mine!" Surprise was in the count's voice. "But I have not written. I am come in person."
Cord's face expressed scornful incredulity. He lifted his hat grimly and descended the steps.
CHAPTER V
COUNT POLTAVO OFFERS HIS SERVICES
The footman who had shown Van Ingen to the door ushered the count into the morning-room, replenished the fire in the grate which had burned low, and departed noiselessly.
The newcomer sank wearily into a deep chair, and closed his eyes. He looked spent and haggard, as if his night had been a sleepless one. The clear olive of his skin showed slightly sallow, and fine wire-lines were etched about his eyes. Perhaps he did not hear the light footfalls which approached.
Doris came nearer, soft-footed, and pausing before the fire, regarded him with deep attention. She had changed into a dark dress which accentuated her youth and slenderness.
The count opened his eyes and looked at her. A slight smile touched his lips. "I was dreaming of you!" he murmured softly. He sprang to his feet. "Forgive me!" he exclaimed contritely. "I must have dozed. I had a wakeful night."
She gave him her hand. "And I disturbed you with my message!"
"I was glad to come," he replied simply. "But you—this terrible news!" He released her hand and fell back a pace, scrutinising her sharply. "But you do not look sad! And yet your letter—the morning paper which I bought upon the way—it is not true, then?"