“That was before I knew of your peculiarity. From to-morrow morning on I shall begin. I will make you hate me. I shall be glad if you hate me.”
I said nothing. My head felt bewildered; my understanding benumbed. I was conscious that I was very weary—conscious that I should like to cry, so bitter was my disappointment.
As we came within the town, I said:
“I am very sorry, Herr Courvoisier, to have given you so much trouble.”
“That means that I am to put you into a cab and relieve you of my company.”
“It does not,” I ejaculated, passionately, jerking my hand from his arm. “How can you say so? How dare you say so?”
“You might meet some of your friends, you know.”
“And I tell you I have no friends except Herr von Francius, and I am not accountable to him for my actions.”
“We shall soon be at your house now.”