I wanted no gossip,
though that was exactly what might best please Count Godensky.
"I got your note," I answered, in Russian, though he had spoken in
French. "What is it you want to see me about?"
"Something that can't be told in a moment," he said. "Something of great
importance."
"I'm very tired," I sighed. "Can't it wait until to-morrow?"
I tried to "draw" him, and to a certain extent, I succeeded.
"You wouldn't ask that question, if you guessed what--I know," he
replied.
Was it a bluff, or did he know--not merely suspect--something?
"I don't understand you," I said quietly, though my lips were dry.
"Shall I mention the word--_document?_" he hinted. "Really, I'm sure you
won't regret it if you let me drive home with you, Mademoiselle."
"I can't do that," I answered. "And I can't take you into my carriage
here. But I'll stop for you, and wait at the corner Rue Eugene
Beauharnais. Then you can go with me until I think it best for you to
get out."
"Very well," he agreed. "But send your maid home in a cab; I can not
talk before her."
"Yes, you can. She knows no language except French--and a little
English.
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