"You are mad, Olga," he said presently.
"I am not mad."
"This means then that you have failed. You understand the consequences of failure?"
"It means—oh, I don't know what it means. But I do know that that child had made me long to be a good woman."
"A good woman? Olga Petrovic a good woman!" he sneered.
"Yes, a good woman. I am not come to argue with you. I only tell you that you are powerless to hinder me."
"And Faversham? Does Olga Petrovic mean that she confesses herself beaten? That she will have her love thrown in her face, and not be avenged?"
"It means that if you like, and it means something more. Isaac Romanoff, or whatever your real name may be, why you have sought to ruin that man I don't know; but I know this: I have been powerless to harm him, and so have you."
"It means that you have failed—you!" he snarled.
"Yes, and why? There has been a power mightier than yours against which you have fought. Good, GOOD, has been working on his side, that is why you have failed, why I have failed. O God of Goodness, help me!"