"Then you are prepared for your husband's eyes being opened to what you are, to-morrow?"
For the first time Felicitas gave her a direct look, touching, hopeless, yet withal collected.
"Why wait till to-morrow?" she said, in the same low tone. "He is here."
A faint colour spread over Johanna's face. "Here! do you mean in this house?"
"No; over at the castle."
"What for? It is a long time since he was there."
"I asked him to come, Johanna."
The two women looked at each other for a while in silence, one full of suspicion, the other of seraphic resignation. Then Johanna drew a step nearer.
"Felicitas, you are playing a dangerous game," she said.
"I want to end it, Johanna."