"Don't say anything to her. I must see her."
He faced me with an agitated look.
"What for?" he asked.
I made him no answer, but lay back in my chair. He came toward me slowly and with hesitation. I looked up in his face.
"I'll pay you back," he said.
"I don't want the money."
"And I don't mean the money. In fact, I'm bad at paying money back. Why have you done it?"
"I have done it for myself, not for you. You owe me nothing. My honour was pawned, and I have redeemed it. I was bound; I am free."
His eyes were fixed intently on me with a sort of wonder, but I motioned him again to the door. He obeyed me without another word; after a bow he turned and went out. I rose, and having walked to the window, looked down into the street. I saw him crossing the roadway with a slow step and bent head. He was going toward his club, not to his house. I stood watching him till he turned round a corner and disappeared. Then I drew a long breath and returned to my chair. I had hardly seated myself when Baptiste came in with a note. It was from the Countess. "Aren't you coming to-day?" That was all.
"There is no answer," I said, and Baptiste left me.
For I must carry the answer myself; and the answer must be, "Yes, to-day, but not to-morrow."
There was doubtless some extravagance in my conception of the situation, and I have not sought to conceal or modify it. It seemed to me that I could
