He stared at her in confusion. "Why...why for no special reason," he stammered.
"On that afternoon," pursued my mistress relentlessly, "you told her that you loved her, and she confessed that it was returned."
He suddenly gave up. "Rosika, you are superhuman!" he said simply. "I am in your hands...we all are!" He relaxed in his chair, and his chin sank on his breast. The guard had fallen from his eyes, and he looked old and heart-broken. Mme. Storey gave him his own time to speak.