Still, owing to my trust in you, I clung to the frail hope that there might be some mistake, so, when they had gone, I telephoned the Central Hotel, and a clerk there assured me that Monsieur de Courtois was in bed and asleep.
"What am I to say?
Perhaps, silence is best.

Marcelle and I are returning to my apartments in 59th Street.

Please do not come there.
I feel now that I have been selfish and misguided.

I fear it will hurt you if I ask to be permitted to bear the heavy expense you must incur with regard to the wretched affair into which I have dragged you, though involuntarily, or, shall I put it?
with the blind striving for succor of one sinking in deep waters.

Yet, do me one last kindness, and let me reimburse you.