She shook her head. “We've had a meal—that's all. Within a mile from here I could show you a hospital where five hundred babies sit shivering like monkeys. They're wrapped in paper; they've never known what it was not to be hungry from the day they were born. I could take you to the workmen's quarter, where naked men and women would squirm at your feet like dogs; they're too weak to walk. I could lead you past the bread-lines, already forming——”
He stayed her by covering her hand. “I'm not denying it. When countries make wars they have to pay penalties.”
The storm that was brewing betrayed itself in her eyes. “What are you denying?”
“Don't let's make a scene,” he urged. “My promise holds if I find that circumstances warrant it. In a little while I'm seeing the Governor of Hungary; after that I'll be sure. While I'm gone, I have one request to make of you: keep your room and talk to nobody.”
She rose from the table in suppressed defiance.
“Why?”
“For your own safety. It was lucky I slept across your threshold last night. Your door was tried.”
Her smile accused him. “By whom?”
“If I'm not mistaken, by the man who afterwards tracked us through the fog.”
She turned away as though she were finished with him. When she found that he was following, she delivered a parting shot. “You told me this to frighten me. Did you think you could make me your accomplice in cowardice?”