Ivan spoke to him vehemently, but the Comte was not listening and appeared oblivious of his rising anger.
Then suddenly he saw Shenda crouching down on the floor beside the bed.
“Oh, there you are!” he shouted. “Now, ma chérie, let me take you back to your room so I can tell you how exciting I find you.”
Shenda did not reply.
Next Ivan yelled at him violently,
“Get out of here at once, you drunken swine, and if you don’t obey me I will make certain you are carried out!”
As he spoke, he pulled open a drawer of the bedside table beside him.
He drew out a revolver and pointed it at the Comte shouting,
“Go – or I will shoot you.”
For a moment the Comte was immobile.
“Go! Go or you will be sorry you are hesitating.”
He waved the revolver at him.
As if he suddenly understood what w
