And, horribly distressed, Jack did what she wished, running against
Gritzko in the passage as he went out; but they had met before that
day, so he did not stop, but, nodding in his friendly way, passed down
the stairs.
Tamara sat where he had left her, the tears still trickling over her
cheeks, while she stared into the fire. The vision she saw there of her
future did not console her.
To be married to a man whom she knew she would daily grow to love
more--every moment of her time conscious that the tie was one of
sufferance, her pride and self respect in the dust--it was a miserable
picture.
Gritzko came in so quietly through the anteroom that, lost in her
troubled thoughts, she did not hear him until he was quite close. She
gave a little startled exclamation and then looked at him defiantly--
she was angry that he saw her tears.
His face went white and his voice grew hoarse with overmastering
emotion.
"What has happened between you and your friend, Madame? Tell me the
truth. No man should see you cry! Tell me everything, or I will kill
him."
And he stood there his eyes blazing.
Then Tamara rose and drew herself to her full height, while a flash of
her vanished pride returned to her mien, and with great haughtiness she
answered in a cold voice:
"I beg you to understand one thing, Prince, I will not be insulted by
suspicions and threats against my friends.
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