and it is enough. I would have had the truth from him, whatever it
cost me."

Bellamy looked at her thoughtfully. It was not for nothing that
the Press of every European nation had called her the most beautiful
woman in the world. He frowned slightly at her last words, for he
loved her.

"Von Behrling was not even allowed to cross the threshold," he said
sharply.

She moved her head and looked up at him. She was leaning a little
forward now, her chin resting upon her hands. Something about the
lines of her long, supple body suggested to him the savage animal
crouching for a spring. She was quiet, but her bosom was heaving,
and he could guess at the passion within. With purpose he spoke to
set it loose.

"You sing to-night?" he asked.

"Before God, no!" she answered, the anger blazing out of her eyes,
shaking in her voice. "I sing no more in this accursed city!"

"There will be a revolution," Bellamy remarked. "I see that the
whole city is placarded with notices. It is to be a gala night at
the Opera. The royal party is to be present."

Her body seemed to quiver like a tree shaken by the wind.

"What do I care - I - I - for their gala night! If I were like