"Heaven knows that I've given up to you enough already!"
"I ask you to swear to me you'll never tell anyone else! Not even hint at it!"
"I can't promise it."
"That's your last word?"
"Yes."
Olive flashed hate at him. Her hands were quivering when she answered, as though she could have torn him in pieces.
"Very well, then! I'll reserve my right of action too!" Her fingers reached for the electric bell and pressed it imperatively.
When Sylvester appeared, she said decisively: "Have a cab called for Mr Rivière."
"Certainly," he answered.
The financier took up hat and stick, and with a cold "good-bye" passed out of the open door, Sylvester following him.