You
won't give her up for me; but perhaps, if Diana--if your wife--insists,
you will shake yourself free, break with Adrienne de Gervais at last.
Sometimes I'm almost tempted to tell Diana the truth, to force your
hand!"
Errington's eyes blazed.
"If you did that," he said quietly, "I would never see, or speak to
you, again."
Olga shivered a little.
"Your honour is mine," he went on. "Remember that."
"It isn't fair," she burst out passionately. "It isn't fair to put it
like that. Why should I, and you, and Diana--all of us--be sacrificed
for Adrienne?"
"Because you and I are--what we are, and because Diana is my wife."
Olga looked at him curiously.
"Then--if it came to a choice--you would actually sacrifice Diana?"
Errington's face whitened.
"It will not--it shall not!" he said vehemently. "Diana's faith will
pull us through."
Olga smiled contemptuously.
"Don't be too sure. After all a woman's trust won't stand everything,
and you're asking a great deal from Diana--a blind faith, under
circumstances which might shake the confidence of any one.
Already"--she leaned forward a little--"already she is beginning to be
jealous of Adrienne."
"And whom have I to thank for that? You--you, from whom, more than
from any other, I might have expected loyalty."
Olga shook her head.
"No, not me. But the fact that no wife worth the name will stand
quietly by and see her husband at the beck and call of another woman.
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