"I thank you," said she; "if necessary, we will send from the hotel; but first I must see the boy. Thank you! but I must go—so till to-morrow! Thank you!"
And she stretched her hand to him, which Svirski raised to his lips.
"Till to-morrow—and every day. Till we meet again!"
Pani Elzen, when alone with Kresovich, looked at him inquiringly, and asked,—
"What is the trouble with Romulus?"
The student grew paler than usual, and answered almost rudely,—
"Nothing."
"What does this mean?" asked she, with a frown.
"It means—dismiss me, otherwise—I shall go mad!" And turning he walked out. Pani Elzen stood for a moment with flashes of anger in her eyes and with wrinkled brows; but her forehead smoothed gradually. She was thirty-five years of age, it is true, but here was a fresh proof that no man had thus far been able to resist her. Next moment she went to the mirror as if to seek in it confirmation of that thought.
Svirski returned to Nice in a car without other passengers; he raised to his face from moment to moment a hand which retained the odor of heliotrope. He felt disturbed, but also happy; and the blood was rushing to his head, for his nostrils were inhaling Pani Elzen's favorite perfume.