I dare say, madame,
that you are already tired of Russia. It might perhaps serve your ends
if this country was made a little too hot for your husband, eh? I see
your proud lips quivering, princess! It is well to keep the lips under
control. We, who deal in diplomacy, know where to look for such signs.
Yes; I dare say I can get you out of Russia--for ever. But you must be
obedient. You must reconcile yourself to the knowledge that you have
met--your master."
He bowed in his graceful way, spreading out his hands in mock humility.
Etta did not answer him. For the moment she could see no outlet to this
maze of trouble, and yet she was conscious of not fearing De Chauxville
so much as she feared Karl Steinmetz.
"A lenient master," pursued the Frenchman, whose vanity was tickled by
the word. "I do not ask much. One thing is to be invited to Osterno,
that I may be near you. The other is a humble request for details of
your daily life, that I may think of you when absent."
Etta drew in her lips, moistening them as if they had suddenly become
parched.
De Chauxville glanced at her and moved toward the door. He paused with
his fingers on the handle, and looking back over his shoulder he said:
"Have I made myself quite clear?"
Etta was still looking out of the window with hard, angry eyes. She took
no notice of the question.
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