"But not this——" she whispered. "It is too ghastly!"
There was a long pause, and then, "Will you make the effort?" he asked.
"Yes."
"You must leave in an hour."
"But how——?"
She looked at Renwick and their glances met.
"I will go with you," he said coolly.
His gaze was on the dial of his watch which he had taken from his pocket and was regarding judicially. His calmness, his impudence, enraged her. She had sworn, because of his falseness, that she would never see this man again, and here he was calmly proposing a night journey into Bohemia, and she was actually listening to him.
She turned quickly toward the door and stood, one hand grasping the portière, while she turned a white face toward him.
"Thanks, Herr Renwick," she said icily, "but I go alone——"