“It was General Kolashin.”
“The General himself?”
“Yes. He came to reason with my brother about giving up his command.”
Domiloff frowned.
“Your brother did not waver?”
“He wavered a good deal. But for me I think that he would have returned to camp. I am sorry now that I interfered.”
“You are not in a pleasant humour to-night, I fear, Countess.”
“I am never in a pleasant humour when I have to do with—such as you. Treason and deceit are ugly things, to us, at least, Baron Domiloff.”
“I do not agree with your terms, Countess,” he answered, “but this is scarcely the place or the time for argument. Your brother?”
“He awaits you.”