"You are mistaken," she said slowly. "There is no attachment between Herr Renwick and me."
"A friend, let us say, then," he put in keenly, "in whom one is disappointed."
"It is nothing to me, Captain Goritz," she said, meeting his eyes bravely, "what Herr Renwick is or does."
He smiled and bowed.
"Still," he said with his exasperating pertinacity, "it is of course interesting to know the truth. It would perhaps be still more interesting to know what Herr Renwick has to say in regard to the matter."
"I do not care what Herr Renwick would have to say. I do not expect to see Herr Renwick again, Captain Goritz, in Vienna or elsewhere."
He smiled at her politely.
"But you will admit, it is not within the bounds of possibility. Herr Renwick is clever—indefatigable——"
Marishka started up in her seat.
"You mean?"