"I am all in a tremble about you. Do not misjudge my feelings, for I have for you only the sentiments of a sister," and she pressed his hand for the second time.
"I thank you very much, mademoiselle; but I give you my word of honour that I know nothing of the events that have taken place, and I do not intend to take part in the fray."
"In that case, why this prolonged absence?"
"By a singular chance a person of my acquaintance stopped me and the conversation lasted long."
"It is useless, you cannot deceive me;" and saying this she seized both of his hands and leaned toward him. He could hear the beating of her heart, her breath fanned his cheek, and her eyes sought to magnetize him.
"I will tell you, then, that I passed the rest of the evening with a Russian," said Jacob smiling.
This smile, this coldness and complete presence of mind, displeased Muse. She had hoped to see him succumb to her fascinations; but she had deceived herself, and this angered her against him and against herself. But the more difficult it was to inspire him with no matter what kind of love, the more she was determined to succeed.
"Very well. I believe you; but look at me, monsieur," said she lowering her voice. "Have I not changed? Hours of feverish anxiety for you are graven on my face."
These words were murmured in his ear, and were scarcely intelligible.
"Truly, mademoiselle," replied Jacob, "I feel myself unworthy of such anxiety on your part."