“I will, if you give me hope,” he begged, unsteadily getting on his feet.
“I shall soon leave this place.” Sana rose from her chair and turned away.
Von Sarnoff was at her side in an instant, crying in hurt surprise, “What, Sana, you are going to leave me?”
“Yes. Tomorrow, your aunt and I leave for Baden-Baden.”
“Positively?”
“Positively!”
“Then I shall see you there later. But now kiss your ‘little boy’ goodbye.”
Before Sana could realize it, or do anything to stop him, he held her tight in his arms, madly kissing her lips, forehead and hair.
Wrenching herself free Sana turned on him, a dangerous light flashing in her eyes, “I am not accustomed to that, Count von Sarnoff. I am no courtesan!”
Swiftly she crossed the room, returning with his hat and cane, which she tendered to him, with an icy “Good night.” Her manner plainly showed her contempt for his rashness.