‘At his hotel.’
‘Alone?’
‘Leczel is with him.’
‘That looks like war.’
Tresten shrugged again. ‘It might have been foreseen by everybody concerned in the affair. The girl does not care for him one corner of an eye! She stood up before us cool as at a dancing-lesson, swore she had never committed herself to an oath to him, sneered at him. She positively sneered. Her manner to me assures me without question that if he had stood in my place she would have insulted him:
‘Scarcely. She would do in his absence what she would not do under his eyes,’ remarked the baroness. ‘It’s decided, then?’
‘Quite.’
‘Will he be here to-night?’
‘I think not.’
‘Was she really insolent?’