“What do you mean?”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“Only that I know no man whose future I would believe in more readily if he were content to settle down in Theos. Your brother could see to it that it was made worth his while. Tell me—when will you see the Duke of Reist?”
“Perhaps to-night,” she answered, straining her eyes through the darkness. “If all is quiet in Solika he said that he might return for a few hours.”
Domiloff nodded.
“Very well! Remember what I have said to you, Countess. A rupture between your brother and the King will save Theos. You understand?”
“Yes,” she answered, in a low tone. “I understand.”