One thought and one only filled the prisoner's mind—she must leave him, and immediately.
“No, no; I do not know her!” he cried.
“You do not know me?” repeated the Countess in a voice rich in promise.
“Certainly I do not.”
“She knows you all right,” said the millionaire.
“Says she does,” put in Ri in a lower voice; “but I wouldn't lay much money on her word either.”
“Rudolph! You pretend you do not know me?” cried the Countess between wrath and bewilderment.
“I never did ever see sochlike a voman before,” reiterated the Baron.
“What do you say to that, ma'am?” inquired Mr. Maddison.
“I say—I blush to say—that this wretched young man is my son-in-law,” declared the Countess.