'The accusation of mean entanglements comes badly from your lips.'
In her heart she guessed pretty shrewdly at his real relation towards women: a self-imposed austerity, with violent relapses that had no lasting significance, save to leave him with his contemptuous distaste augmented. His mind was too full of other matters. For Kato alone he had a profound esteem.
Eve answered his last remark,—
'I will prove to you the little weight of my entanglements, by dismissing Miloradovitch to-day; you have only to say the word.'
'You would do that—without remorse?'
'Miloradovitch is nothing to me.'
'You are something to him—perhaps everything.'
'Cela ne me regarde pas,' she replied. 'Would you do as much for me? Fru Thyregod, for instance? or Kato?'
Interested and curious, he said,—
'To please you, I should give up Kato?'