"There is but one object leads me to Constantinople, and that——"
"I know that, too," she interrupted impatiently. "Others know, also. Give heed, Lord Hugh, for you have enemies—more than you wot of."
"Why do you tell me this?"
"Because you are a youth and innocent and because—because I wish to."
"I thank you," said Hugh gravely.
He was at a loss for words, as always with her. She, for a wonder, was silent likewise, and they rode so for the space of the sun's crossing the roadside tree-tops.
"You have been very kind to me," he said at last to break the silence.
"Doubt not I have an object in view," she replied cynically.
"What?"
"Think not I will tell you. I am a Greek, Lord Hugh, and Greeks have keener wits than you Northern people."