Karl and Mimi drew away from each other, and Millar looked at them, smiling.
"It's very singular," he said, "but each time I enter your studio I find a lady disrobing. You might think this was a ladies' tailoring establishment."
Mimi looked at Karl jealously as he glared at Millar. Then she burst into tears and ran out of the room. Karl watched her, and as she slammed the door, he turned to Millar and quietly said:
"Thank you very much."
"Oh, don't mention it."
"I will get your overcoat, and don't let me detain you," said Karl with significant emphasis.
"I broke the hanger; your man is mending it and will bring it here," Millar said coolly, ignoring the marked impoliteness.
Karl said nothing more, and after a few minutes of silence Millar resumed:
"I just saw something that touched me deeply. Madam Hofmann clinging to her husband's arm as if she were begging him to protect her——"
"Protect her?" Karl exclaimed angrily. "You don't mean to protect her from me?"