The colour left her cheeks, and hate as well as fear was in her eyes as she stared helplessly at me.
"It is all your imagination," she said, weakly.
I smiled.
"It can remain that—if you wish. It is for you to decide."
"What do you mean?"
"You had better trust me. You can begin by telling me what and whose is this evil influence behind you?"
A servant interrupted us at that moment.
"His Excellency Count Gustav is asking for you, Madame."
She gave a quick start, and flashed a look at me.
"I will go to him," she answered.