"Not even that what you do is not distasteful to you?"
She lowered her voice a note.
"I'm not unhappy," she said slowly.
"Nor contented. There is a danger in the air, a nameless danger which if it does not threaten you, menaces those about you."
"Danger!" she said quickly. "What does that matter to me, when Russia, when all Europe is bleeding to death. I fear nothing----"
"Not even an escaping slave?"
The words uttered quickly, almost at random, had a most startling effect upon her. She drew back quickly from the table and then leaned forward, whispering.
"Sh----! You knew----?" she asked.
"You came here----" she paused and was silent again.
"Was it not that phrase which so profoundly affected Monsieur Ivanitch?" he asked.