Her voice was almost passionate. Evidently her interest in him was deep.
"Won't he? We shall see. But he will find it hard to live in London on four hundred pounds a year. London is not a cheap city in these days. You see he has all the instincts of his class."
"Will he be one of the working men? Will he live as they live? Will he be of their order?" asked Olga.
"You seem greatly interested, Countess."
"Naturally. I—I——"
"Yes, I remember your last interview."
The woman's eyes flashed with anger. She suggested the "woman scorned."
"You made love to him, didn't you, Countess? And he—he politely declined your advances?" Romanoff laughed as he spoke.
The woman started to her feet. "Did you get me here to taunt me with that?" she cried. "Besides, did I not obey your bidding? Was it not at your command that I——"
"Yes, but not against your will, Countess. You had what our French neighbours call the grand passion for Faversham, eh?"