The cigar box was selected and Denzil had once more resumed his seat in a big chair before either of them spoke again.
"I perfectly understand that there is some mystery here, Denzil—and that you cannot tell me—and equally I cannot ask you any questions, but it may be that in the days that are coming I could be of assistance to you. I have some very curious information which I am holding concerning Ferdinand Ardayre in his activities. You can always count on me—" Verisschenzko rose from his chair, stirred deeply with the thoughts which were coursing through his brain.
"Denzil—I love that woman—I am absolutely determined that I shall not do so in any way but in spirit—I long for her to be happy—protected. She has an exquisite soul—I would have given her to you with contentment. You are her counterpart upon this plane—"
Denzil remained silent, he had never seen Stépan so agitated. The situation was altogether very unusual. Then he asked:
"Do you think Ferdinand will make some protest then?"
"It is possible."
"But there is absolutely nothing to be said, the fact of there being a child refutes all the old rumours."
"In law—"
"In every way," a flush had mounted to Denzil's forehead.
"You know Lemon Bridges?" Verisschenzko suggested.