"You take me for a Hun, don't you?"
"If you are not pro-German," said I, much embarrassed, "what are you doing with those people?"
"Watching them. And you don't believe that, either?"
"I'm sorry, Countess."
"Why do you doubt me?"
"Because only a pro-German would confide to a stranger that she is not one. Were you really in the Allied service you'd keep your own council. Secret agents don't betray themselves to strangers. You have no means of knowing where my sympathies lie. How do you know I am not pro-German?"
"By your letters."
"My letters?"
"I opened several," she said naïvely.
"Where!"