“To save my brother. And to save a leader whom the cause of liberty cannot spare.”
“You must love him.”
“Dearly!” said she, and her blue eyes lighted up. “He is so noble, single-hearted, brilliant!”
“But your father does not guess that Borodin is his son?”
“No.”
“And of course he does not know what you are at heart, what you have done?”
“No. If he knew!” Her face saddened. “And sometime he must know, for I cannot always successfully play this double part.”
Drexel, remembering the stern, proud old man, and knowing the love that existed between the two, could but wonder what would happen on that day when the general should learn the truth.
“It was the news of my brother’s arrest that brought me flying back to Russia,” she went on. “I was best fitted for the mission of going to Prince Berloff’s house.”
“But was it necessary for you to go to Berloff’s?” he broke in. “Could you not have learned, without risk, Borodin’s whereabouts from your father?”