For _your_
sake, because if he knows that you tracked him to Maxine de Renzie's
house, he won't respect you very much; and because he would probably be
furious with you, unable to forgive you as long as he lived, for
injuring the reputation of the woman he's risked so much to save. He'd
believe you did it out of spiteful jealousy against her."
I grew cold all over, and trembled so that I could hardly speak.
"Ivor would know that I'm incapable of such baseness."
"I'm not sure he'd hold you above it. 'Hell hath no fury like a woman
scorned'--and he _has_ scorned you--for an actress."
It was as if she had struck me in the face: and I could feel the blood
rush up to my cheeks. They burned so hotly that the tears were forced to
my eyes.
"You see I'm right, don't you?" Lisa asked.
"You may be right in thinking I could do him no good in that way--and
that he wouldn't wish it, even if I could. But not about the rest," I
said. "We won't talk of it any more. I can't stand it. Please go back to
your room now, Lisa, I want to be alone."
"Very well," she snapped, "_you_ called me in. I didn't ask to come."
Then she went out, with not another word or look, and slammed the door.
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