"My share, Boris Ivanovitch."
With some reluctance, Krassnine handed over two of the notes. She nodded her thanks, with a complete lack of emotion, and tucked them away in her stocking.
"That is good," she remarked, with satisfaction.
He looked at her curiously.
"You have no regrets, Olga Vassilovna?"
"Regrets? For what?"
"For what has been in your keeping. There are women—most women, I believe, who go mad over such things."
She nodded reflectively.
"Yes, you speak truth there. Most women have that madness. I—have not. I wonder now—" She broke off.
"Well?" asked the other curiously.