Then, his keen eyes resting piercingly
on hers, he said quietly:--
"I want to know how we stand, Olga. Are you trying to make mischief
for me with my wife?"
"Then she's asked you?" exclaimed Olga triumphantly.
"Diana has asked me nothing. Though I have no doubt that you have been
hinting and suggesting things to her that she would ask me about if it
weren't for her splendid, loyalty. You have the tongue of an asp,
Olga! Always, after your visits, I can see that Diana is worried and
unhappy."
"How can she ever be happy--as your wife?"
Errington winced.
"I could make her happy--if you--you and Baroni--would let me. I know
I must regard you as an enemy in--that other matter . . . as a 'passive
resister,' at least," he amended, with a bitter smile. "But am I to
regard you as an enemy to my marriage, too? Or, is it your idea of
punishment, perhaps--to wreck my happiness?"
Olga shrugged her shoulders, and, walking to the window, stood there
silently, staring out into the street. When she turned back again, her
eyes were full of tears.
"Max," she said earnestly, "you may not believe it, but I want your
happiness above everything else in the world. There is no one I love
as I love you. Give up--that other affair. Wash your hands of it.
Let Adrienne go, and take your happiness with Diana. That's what I'm
working for--to make you choose between Diana and that interloper.
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