“I shan't be here to mind; I must go downstairs and help Katie with the dinner.”
When she had gone Martini got up and began to pace to and fro with his hands behind his back. The Gadfly sat smoking and looking silently out at the drizzling rain.
“Rivarez!” Martini began, stopping in front of him, but keeping his eyes on the ground; “what sort of thing are you going to drag her into?”
The Gadfly took the cigar from his mouth and blew away a long trail of smoke.
“She has chosen for herself,” he said, “without compulsion on anyone's part.”
“Yes, yes—I know. But tell me——”
He stopped.
“I will tell you anything I can.”
“Well, then—I don't know much about the details of these affairs in the hills,—are you going to take her into any very serious danger?”
“Do you want the truth?”