irritated him.
“My feeling cannot change, you know, but I beg you, I entreat you,” he said again in French, with a note of tender supplication in his voice, but with coldness in his eyes.
She did not hear his words, but she saw the coldness of his eyes, and answered with irritation:
“And I beg you to explain why I should not go.”
“Because it might cause you. …” he hesitated.
“I don’t understand. Yashvin n’est pas compromettant , and Princess Varvara is no worse than others. Oh, here she is!”