Something is going to
happen there, in Ruvania--"
"Yes to that also. Something is going to happen there. The republic is
down and out, and the last of the Mazaroffs is going to receive back the
ducal crown." There was a tinge of mockery in Miss Lermontof's curt
tones.
Diana gave a cry of dismay.
"Not--not Max?" she stammered. All at once, he seemed to have receded
very far away from her, to have been snatched into a world whither she
would never be able to follow him.
"Max?" Olga's face darkened. "No--not Max, but Nadine Mazaroff."
"Nadine Mazaroff?" repeated Diana uncomprehendingly. "Who is Nadine
Mazaroff?"
"She is the woman you knew as Adrienne de Gervais."
"Adrienne? Is that her name--Nadine Mazaroff? Then--then"--Diana's
breath came unevenly--"she's not Max's sister?"
"No"--shortly. "She is--or will be within a week--the Grand Duchess of
Ruvania."
"Go on," urged Diana, as the other paused. "Go on. Tell me everything.
I know so much already that it can't be breaking faith with any one for
you to tell me the whole truth now."
Olga looked at her consideringly.
"No. I suppose, since the journalists have ferreted it out, it won't be
a secret much longer," she conceded grimly. "And, in any case, it
doesn't matter now. It's all settled." She sighed. "Besides"--with a
faint smile--"if I tell you, it will save Max a long story when you meet.
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