‘That’s not an answer to my question, my dear one.’
Litvinov grew thoughtful.
‘Well, let me tell you then ... since you insist positively on it’ (Irina opened her eyes wide and trembled slightly), ‘I have told everything to-day to my betrothed.’
‘What, everything? You mentioned me?’
Litvinov fairly threw up his arms.
‘Irina, for God’s sake, how could such an idea enter your head! that I——’
‘There, forgive me ... forgive me. What did you say?’
‘I told her that I no longer loved her.’
‘She asked why?’