Dora had the poker in her hand. She put it back into the fire.
"Ah, my dear Dora," said Philip, quite out of breath, "I can't tell you how sorry I am to have been delayed all these hours. I missed the nine o'clock train, as I explained in my wire; but I must tell you all about that by and by. It's a long story. I left Paris at noon, as you know, but the train broke down between Canterbury and Chatham, and got in three hours late. But for that, I should have been here at eight. The General is gone, of course?" he added.
Dora stood motionless, speechless. She merely nodded her head affirmatively.
"How shall I ever be able to excuse myself to him? I wish now that I had followed your suggestion and put off this dinner, so as not to run such a risk. When you travel, you start, but you don't know what may happen before you reach home again."
He caught sight of the paper, which Sabaroff had signed, lying on the table. He seized it eagerly and began to read.
"What is this?" he exclaimed, overcome with joy. "Why, it is the purchase of my shell by the Russian Government! The General ought to have stayed. You should have kept him ... I should have been so happy to thank him myself ... but, I understand; the proprieties, I suppose; he did not like to stay on during my absence.... Five hundred thousand roubles! here it is, all set down and signed.... Ah, my Dora, my darling!"
Dora did not move. She was pale as death. She looked at him with eyes that appeared to see nothing.
Philip made as if he would seize her in his arms. She recoiled affrighted.
"Don't touch me! Don't come near me!" she cried in a voice that gurgled.
"Dora, what has happened? Heavens, you frighten me. What is the matter? Why, you are trembling, you can scarcely stand. Speak, speak, what is it?"