who stood at the entrance to the verandah. He had decided to go with them.
“There! that is what I feared!” cried the prince. “It was inevitable!”
Hippolyte turned upon him, a prey to maniacal rage, which set all the muscles of his face quivering.
“Ah! that is what you feared! It was inevitable, you say! Well, let me tell you that if I hate anyone here — I hate you all,” he cried, in a hoarse, strained voice — ”but you, you, with your jesuitical soul, your soul of sickly sweetness, idiot, beneficent millionaire — I hate you worse than anything or anyone on earth! I saw through you and hated you long ago; from the day I first heard of you. I hated you with my whole