"I—I a happy woman—a good woman!"
"Yes—I tell you, yes."
"Oh, tell me so again, tell me—O great God, help me!"
"Sit down," said Beatrice quietly; "let us talk. I want to help you."
For a long time they sat and talked, while old Hugh Stanmore, who was close by, wondered who his grandchild's visitor could be, and why they talked so long.
It was after midnight when Olga Petrovic returned to her flat, and no sooner did she enter than Count Romanoff met her.
"Well, Olga," he asked eagerly, "what news?"
"I go back to Poland to-morrow, to my old home, to my own people."
She spoke slowly, deliberately; her voice was hard and cold.
He did not seem to understand. He looked at her questioningly for some seconds without speaking.