Diana shrugged her shoulders.
"Well, he will come back, I suppose."
The other looked at her curiously.
"Diana, what has come to you? You are so—changed—since last night."
"We're told that 'night unto night showeth knowledge,'" retorted Diana bitterly. "Perhaps my knowledge has increased since—last night." She watched the puzzled expression deepen on Olga's face. Then she added: "So I can afford to wait a little longer to see Max."
Again Miss Lermontof hesitated. Then, as though impelled to speak despite her better judgment, she burst out impetuously:—
"But you can't! You can't wait. He isn't coming back again."
There was a queer tense note in Diana's voice as she played her first big card.
"Then I suppose I shall have to follow him to—Ruvania," she said very quietly.
"To Ruvania?" Olga repeated, and by the sudden narrowing of her eyes, as though she were all at once "on guard," Diana knew that her shot in the dark had gone home. "What do you mean? Why—Ruvania?"