"Just the same," he persisted, "I still have the feeling that somebody
came inside this room."
She looked about her happily, her long blue eyes humid with love.
"Well, there's nobody here now, my precious--nobody except you and me.
And that's all that matters--ever!"
She slipped his arm around her supple young body, and together they
moved toward the couch.
And as Anton watched them sink down upon it--and also sink, in mad
abandon, into the purple abyss of passion--there visited his deep-set
eyes the same soft expression they had known a while ago, when Robin
had said to him: "But she adores _you_, Uncle Anton."
He heard her say now, a disturbing note in her throaty voice:
"Oh, Robin, I love you so! So much, my darling, it almost frightens me!"
"It frightens me, too, sometimes," said Robin, "when I think what might
happen if Uncle Anton--d'you know, Zora, I sometimes wonder if he
doesn't suspect...."
She smiled dreamily into his eyes and kissed him lingeringly on the
lips. "You funny boy! Why, he even thinks we hate each other!"
Robin also smiled, somewhat quizzically. "Only this afternoon he told
me to be more considerate of you!... But seriously, Zora, we can't go
on this way indefinitely. He'll _have_ to know, sometime. We--you'll
have to get a divorce, or--or something."
She closed his mouth with her kisses. For a space he was silent.