“Your argument is very conclusive,” Michel said; “but I still think he is in this city.”
Again Sophie’s eyes blazed with something more than anger, and there was a quaver of fear in her voice, as she said:
“Please let me know when you find him.”
“I certainly will,” was his reply, as he bowed politely and left the room.
Outside, we heard him whistle to Chance, and the two went rapidly down the walk. We sat silent for a moment. Jack was the first to speak.
“By George!” he exclaimed. “I shall get mixed up in a nihilist scrape, after all, I do believe—and that is what I wanted.”
“Would you like to be one of the chief actors?” Sophie asked.
“No, sir!” said Jack, emphatically; “and I wonder you could keep so cool, with that man hunting for your brother.”
“I knew he would not find him,” she said; “I know him, and I once knelt at his feet, asking permission to see my father before he started for Siberia, but was denied. Still, he is kind, in his way, they say, and he was kind to father.”
She tried to smile, but it was forced, as were all her actions after that. Katy said nothing. She was very pale, and so absent-minded that she at last threw down her cards, saying she was tired, and wanted to go home.