"You, Heinz! YOU!"
The blood suffused her face a purplish red; her voice was shrill with dismay; her eyes hung on the young man as though he were a returning spirit.
With an effort, she got the better of her first fright, and took a step towards him. "How DARE you come into this room!"
Krafft hung his wet coat over the back of a chair, and wiped his face dry of the melted snow.
"No heroics, Lulu!"
But she could not contain herself. "Oh, how dare you, It"s a mean, dishonourable trick--only you would do it!"
"Sit down and listen to what I have to say. It won"t take long. And it"s to your own advantage, I think, not to make a noise.--May I smoke?"
She obeyed, taking the nearest chair; for she had begun to tremble; her legs shook under her. But when he held out the case of cigarettes to her, she struck it, and the contents were spilled on the floor.
"Look here, Lulu," he said, and crossing his legs, put one hand in his pocket, while with the other he made gestures suitable to his words.
"I"ve not come here to-day to rake up old sores. Time has gone over them and healed them, and it"s only your--NEBENBEI GESAGT, extremely bad-conscience that makes you afraid of me. I"m not here for myself, but--"
"Heinz!" The cry escaped her against her will. "For him? You"ve come from him!"
He removed his cigarette and smiled. "Him? Which? Which of them do you mean?"
"Which?" It was another uncontrollable exclamation. Then the expression of almost savage joy that had lighted up her face, died out. "Oh, I know you! ... know you and hate you, Heinz! I"ve never hated anyone as much as you."
"And a woman of your temperament hates uncommonly well.--No, all jokes aside,"--the word cut her; he saw this, and repeated it. "Joking apart, I"ve come to you to-day, merely to ask if you don"t think your present little affair has gone far enough?"
She was as composed as he was. "What business is it of yours?"
"Oh, none. Except that the poor fool was once my friend."
She gave a daring laugh, full of suggestion.
But Krafft was not put out by it. "Don"t do that again," he said. "It sounds ugly; and you have nothing to do with ugliness, you know. No, I repeat once more: this is not a personal matter."
"And you expect me to believe that?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
It was now she who smiled derisively. "Have you forgotten a certain evening in this room, three years ago?"
But he did not flinch. "Upon my word, if you are bold enough to recall that!--However, the reminder was unnecessary. Tell me now: aren"t you about done with Guest?"
For still a moment, she fought to keep up her show of dignity. Then she broke down. "Heinz!--oh, I don"t know! Oh, yes, yes, yes--a thousand times, yes! Oh, I"m so tired--I can"t tell you how tired I am--of the very sight of him! I never wanted him, believe me, I didn"t! He thrust himself on me. It was not my doing."
"Oh, come now! Tell that to some one else."
"Yes, I know: you only think the worst of me. But though I was weak, and yielded, anyone would have done the same. He gave me no peace.--But I"ve been punished out of all proportion to the little bit of happiness it brought me. There"s no more miserable creature alive than I am."
"What interests me," continued Krafft, in a matter-of-fact tone, "is, how you came to choose so far afield from your particular type. It"s well enough represented here."
She saw the folly of wasting herself upon him, and gave a deep sigh.
Then, however, the same wild change as before came over her face.
Stooping, she took his hand and fondled it.
"Heinz! Now that you"re here, do one thing--only one--for me! Have pity on me! I"ve gone through so much--been so unhappy. Tell me--there"s only one thing I want to know. Where is he? Will he NEVER come back?
For you know. You must know. You have seen him."
She had sunk to her knees; her head was bent over his hand; she laid her cheek against it. Krafft considered her thoughtfully; his eye dwelt with approval on the broad, slender shoulders, the lithe neck--all the sure grace of the crouching body.
"Will you do something for me, Lulu?"
"Anything!"
"Then let your hair down."
He himself drew out the pins and combs that held it, and the black ma.s.s fell, and lay in wide, generous waves round face and neck.
"That"s the idea! Now go on."
Louise kissed his hand. "Tell me; you must know."
"But is it possible that still interests you?"
"Oh, no! My life depends on it, that"s all. You are cruel and bad; but still I can speak to you--for months now, I haven"t had a soul to speak to. Be kind to me this once, Heinz. I CAN"T go on living without him. I haven"t lived since he left me--not an hour!--Oh, you"re my last hope!"
"You"ll have plenty of hopes in your life yet."
"In those old days, you hated me, too. But don"t bear malice now.
There"s nothing I won"t do for you, if you tell me. I"ll never speak to--never even think of you again."
"I"m not so long-suffering."
"Then you won"t tell me?"
"I didn"t say that."
She crushed his hand between hers. "Here"s the chance you asked for--to save your friend! Oh, won"t you understand?"
An inward satisfaction, of which only he himself knew the cause, warmed Krafft through at seeing her prostrate before him. But as he continued to look at her, a thought crossed his mind, and quickly resolved, he laid his cigarette on the table, and put his hands, first on her head, amid the tempting confusion of her hair, which met them like a thick stuff pleasant to the touch, and from there to her shoulders, inclining her towards him. She looked up, and though her eyes were full of tears, her white face was alight in an instant with hope again, as he said: "Would you do something else for me if I told you?"
She strained back, so that she might see his face. "Heinz!--what is it?" And then, with a sudden gasp of comprehension:
"Oh, if that"s all!--I will never see Maurice Guest again."
"That"s not it."
"What is it then?"
"Will you listen quietly?"