He cursed her under his breath, but kept perfectly still. He did not intend to admit her.
"Paul!… You're in trouble…. I believe you're in danger… at least come to the door!…"
Oleron smothered a low laugh. It somehow amused him that she, in such danger herself, should talk to him of his danger!… Well, if she was, serve her right; she knew, or said she knew, all about it….
"Paul!… Paul!…"
"Paul!… Paul!…" He mimicked her under his breath.
"Oh, Paul, it's horrible!…"
Horrible, was it? thought Oleron. Then let her get away….
"I only want to help you, Paul…. I didn't promise not to come if you needed me…."
He was impervious to the pitiful sob that interrupted the low cry. The devil take the woman! Should he shout to her to go away and not come back? No: let her call and knock and sob. She had a gift for sobbing; she mustn't think her sobs would move him. They irritated him, so that he set his teeth and shook his fist at her, but that was all. Let her sob.
"Paul!… Paul!…"