"You may do that yet, if only Alexis Petrovitch can make a safe way for his sister out of Russia;" and then I added, pausing and looking at her with a meaning in my eyes which I wished her to understand though I dared not put it in plain words:—"But we shall not be brother and sister then."
She glanced up hurriedly, her face aglow with a sudden rush of thought—pleasurable thought too—and then looked down again and smiled.
"In that case how should we two be together?" she asked.
"Do you mean that such a time as this will be likely to render us ready to part?"
To that her only answer was another glance and a deeper blush. Then I made an effort and recovered myself on the very verge.
"But while we are here, we are brother and sister, Olga;" and feeling that if I wished to keep other things unsaid I had better go away, I left her.
CHAPTER XV.
A SHE DEVIL.
The more I contemplated the position the less I liked it, and the more urgent appeared the reasons for hurrying Olga out of the country.