"I have not discovered. They could have been only casual acquaintances. I have had him watched ever since he left London that day, and he has never seen them since. Of course he may be in love with her. It may be that he prefers an English wayside flower to such a tropical plant as yourself. That he would rather have youth and innocence than a woman twenty-eight years of age, who—who has had a past."
"He never shall! Never!"
Her eyes flashed dangerously. She had evidently decided on her course.
"You may have to play a bold, daring game," insinuated the Count.
"I will play any game. I'll not be beaten."
"You love him still—you who never loved any man for more than a month! And Faversham——"
"You must find out where he lives, you must let me know."
"And then?"
"You may leave everything to me."
"Mind, Olga, you may have to appear an Angel of Light in order to win him. In fact I think that will have to be your plan. He has all the old-fashioned morality of the middle-classes."