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It was as if we were five players at this game, and Maxine de Renzie's white, deathly smiling face was expected to proclaim against her will: "Now you are warm. Now you are hot. Now you are ice cold."
I did not hurry over the meal, for all I wanted now was to arrive at Maxine de Renzie's house at twelve o'clock, and tell her my news or lack of news.
But before we go any further, I must know whether Mademoiselle de Renzie's connection with this business will for any reason keep you out of it." "Not if you need my help," said Ivor, with an effort. "And I beg you won't suppose that my hesitation has anything to do with Miss de Renzie herself. I have for her the greatest respect and admiration."
Just suppose something in myself kept on saying that we should by mere chance meet in Paris, and he should be able to prove that he hadn't come for Maxine de Renzie's sake! It would be too glorious. I should begin to live again for already I'd found out that life without loving and trusting Ivor wasn't life at all.
"Thank Heaven we're too far off for him to see our faces! I would rather die than have Ivor know we're here," I broke out. "I don't think it is Ivor," Lisa went on. "He's hidden himself in the shadow, as if he were watching. It's that house he's interested in. Who can he be, if not Ivor? A detective, perhaps." "Why should a detective watch Mademoiselle de Renzie's house?"
"'Are you not Mademoiselle de Renzie's lover? was the next enquiry. 'I admire her, as do thousands of others, who also respect her as I do, your friend returned very prettily. At last, dearest lady, you begin to see what there is in this string of questions and answers to bring me straight to you?" "No, Count Godensky, I do not," I answered steadily.
I knew in the end only that, according to all the critics, Maxine de Renzie had "surpassed herself," had been "astonishingly great," had done "what no woman could do unless she threw her whole soul into her part." How little they knew where Maxine de Renzie's soul had been last night! And only God knew where it might be this night.
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."
For his sake, because neither of us knows when he came out of Maxine de Renzie's house. You would go away, though I wanted to stay and watch. He may not have been there more than five minutes for all we can tell to the contrary, in which case he would still have had time to go straight off to the Rue de la Fille Sauvage and kill that man, in accordance with the doctors' statements about the death.
He's far enough away for you to peep, and see for yourself. He's at Maxine de Renzie's gate." It was all over, then, and no more hope. His eyes when they gave me that tragic look had lied, even as his lips had lied last night, when he told me there was no other woman in his world but me. "I won't look," I stammered, almost choking. "Someone, I can't see who, is letting him in.
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