"Yes, mademoiselle," said Guerchard. "You owe it to him."
She came through the open door, flushed deliciously and smiling, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. Lupin had never seen her look half so adorable.
"Is it to you I owe it? Then I shall owe everything to you. Oh, thank you—thank you!" she cried, holding out her hands to him.
Lupin half turned away from her to hide his handcuffs.
She misunderstood the movement. Her face fell suddenly like that of a child rebuked: "Oh, I was wrong. I was wrong to come here!" she cried quickly, in changed, dolorous tones. "I thought yesterday . . . I made a mistake . . . pardon me. I'm going. I'm going."
Lupin was looking at her over his shoulder, standing sideways to hide the handcuffs. He said sadly. "Sonia——"
"No, no, I understand! It was impossible!" she cried quickly, cutting him short. "And yet if you only knew—if you knew how I have changed—with what a changed spirit I came here. . . . Ah, I swear that now I hate all my past. I loathe it. I swear that now the mere presence of a thief would overwhelm me with disgust."
