'Can I see her?'
'It would be useless. She would not know your Excellency.'
Sabran came forward from the further end of the Rittersaal, where the lights were burning with a yellow glare as the grey light of the dawn was stealing through the unshuttered windows.
'Allow me the honour of a word with you, Prince;' he said. 'I understand; you have come at her summons—not at mine.'
Greswold withdrew and left them alone. Vàsàrhely was still wrapped in the furs in which he had travelled. He stood erect and listened; his face was very stern.
'Did you give up my secret to your brother's wife?' said Sabran, abruptly.
'Can you ask that?' said Vàsàrhely. 'You had my word.'
'Madame Brancka knows all that you know. She said that you had betrayed me to her. She would have told Wanda. I chose sooner to tell her myself. The shock has killed the child. It may kill her. Your sister-in-law is here. If she used your name falsely it is for you to avenge it.'
'Tell me what passed between you,' said Prince Egon. His face was dark as night.
Sabran hesitated a moment. Even now he could not bring himself to disclose the passion which his enemy had conceived for him. It was one of those women's secrets which no gentleman can surrender to another.