I wanted no gossip, though that was exactly what might best please Count Godensky.
"I got your note," I answered, in Russian, though he had spoken in French.

"What is it you want to see me about ?" "Something that can't be told in a moment," he said.

"Something of great importance." "I'm very tired," I sighed.

"Can't it wait until to-morrow ?" I tried to "draw" him, and to a certain extent, I succeeded.
"You wouldn't ask that question, if you guessed what--I know," he replied.
Was it a bluff, or did he know--not merely suspect--something?
"I don't understand you," I said quietly, though my lips were dry.
"Shall I mention the word--_document ?_" he hinted.

"Really, I'm sure you won't regret it if you let me drive home with you, Mademoiselle." "I can't do that," I answered.