“But I have my doubts, Uncle Graff. I cannot make up my mind to condemn her unheard.”
“Yes! In a word, you wish to see her again. Don’t tell me any idle stories; I am not so stupid as to be taken in by them. She still holds you in her power. And you are about to risk being murdered, in some dark corner or other, for the pleasure of being deceived once more by such a traitress.”
“Uncle Graff, no one will kill me at the opera. It is there I rely on seeing her to-night.”
“Are you in earnest?”
“Have you disposed of your orchestra stall?”
“No.”
“Very well, give it to me.”
“Promise me you will do nothing extravagant, and that if this woman wants you to accompany her, you will not do so.”
“No; I cannot promise that. But I will be on my guard all the same. Agostini shall not knock me over like a pigeon.”
“Take a good revolver with you.”