"
"It does with me. I don't see why she shouldn't be told. Baroni
knows, and Olga--you have to trust them."
"Baroni will be silent for the sake of the dead, and Olga out of her
love--or fear"--with a bitter smile--"of me."
"And wouldn't Diana, too, be silent for your sake?"
"My dear Adrienne"--a little irritably--"Englishwomen are so frank--so
indiscreetly trusting. That's where the difficulty lies, and I dare
not risk it. There's too much at stake. But can you imagine any agent
they may have put upon our track surprising her knowledge out of Olga?"
He laughed contemptuously. "I fancy not! If Olga hadn't been a woman
she'd have made her mark in the Diplomatic Service."
"Yet what is there to make her keep faith with us?" said Adrienne
doubtfully. "She is poor--"
"Her own doing, that!"
"True, but the fact remains. And those others would pay a fortune for
the information she could give. Besides, I believe she frankly hates
me."
"Possibly. But she would never, I think, allow her personal feelings
to override everything else. After all, she was one of us--is still,
really, though she would gladly disown the connection."
"Well, when you've looked at every side of the matter, we only come
back to the same point. I think you're acting wrongly. You're letting
Diana pledge herself blindly, when you're not free to give her the
confidence a man should give his wife--when you don't even
know--yet--how it may all end.
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