"I don't think you tied this handkerchief tight enough, Comtesse," he said, again turning up his cuff.
I rose and looked at the bandage.
"Why, yes. It is just the same as it was. But I will do it again if you wish."
This time it did not take me so long, but that ridiculous beating began again in my heart.
"It must have a double knot to keep it right," said Antony.
My fingers seemed clumsy. We were standing so close together there was a something—an electricity—which made my hands tremble. Oh, this was folly! I must not let myself feel so. I finished the knot at last, and then said, stupidly:
"I have an idea I should return to my worthy guests down-stairs,'"
Antony smiled.
"They are quite happy without you," he said, "Vain little Comtesse, to think your presence is necessary to every one!"
"I dare say. But—I must go to them."