"What are you saying?" he cried, in a voice that was almost a shriek.
Eveline had loosened the golden sandals. She stood before Felix in her bare feet, and threw him the sandals.
"These belong to you. I am once more Eva Dirkmal. I belong to myself."
"Who has told you this?" stammered the banker, pale with rage.
"The Abbé Samuel, who advised you to treat me in the same manner."
Kaulmann felt the room going round.
"And now," continued Eveline, with a dignified motion of her hand, "I must remind you that this is the dressing-room of a young girl."
Felix did not wait to have his dismissal repeated; he took his hat and went without another word. He ran away, and he ran so fast that he took no heed where he was going till he stumbled and fell.
All was over; he had played his last card and lost. Everything was gone; there was no more help. He had two courses open to him: he might put a pistol to his head, and so end the drama, or he might take all the money in his counting-house and fly. He chose the last.