"I shall never give up. You are free to pack up and go if you wish. As for me, I'm going to fight this out to the bitter end."
"And take my word for it, the end will be bitter."
"Well?"
"Oh, I shall stay. You know that my future is bound up in yours. In the old days my advice generally appealed to you as sound; and when you followed it you were successful. From the first I advised you not to pursue Hargreave. See what has happened!"
"Enough of this chatter. I've got to die some time; it will be with my face toward this man I hate with all my soul. You trust to me; I'll pull out of this all right. You just fix yourself up stunningly for the opera to-night and leave the rest to me."
Olga shrugged. She was something of a fatalist. This man of hers had suddenly gone mad; and one did not reason with mad people.
"What shall I wear?" she asked calmly.
"JUST A MOMENT, GENTLEMEN"