there listening for a moment.

"I suppose I am foolish," she said, coming back to him, "and yet I
cannot help fancying that I am being watched on every side since we
landed in England. I detest my new manager, and I don't trust any
of the servants he has engaged for me. You got my note?"

"Yes," he answered, "I had your note - and I am here."

The restraint of his manner was obvious. He was standing a little
away from her. She came suddenly up to him, her hands fell upon
his shoulders, her face was upturned to his. Even then he made no
motion to embrace her.

"David," she whispered softly, "what I am doing - what I have done
- was at your suggestion. I do it for you, I do it for my country,
I do it against every natural feeling I possess. I hate and loathe
the lies I tell. Are you remembering that? Is it in your heart at
this moment?"

He stooped and kissed her.

"Forgive me," he said, "it is I who am to blame, but I am only human.
We play for great stakes, Louise, but sometimes one forgets."

"As I live," she murmured, "the kiss you gave me last is still upon
my lips. What I have promised goes for nothing. What he has
promised is this - the papers to-night."

"Unopened?"