could not possibly be a fool," said Olga. "And talking of money
She looked significantly at Krassnine.
"Eh?"
"My share, Boris Ivanovitch."
With some reluctance, Krassnine handed over two of the notes. She nodded her thanks, with a complete lack of emotion, and tucked them away in her stocking.
"That is good," she remarked, with satisfaction.
He looked at her curiously
"You have no regrets, Olga Vassilovna?"
"Regrets? For what?"
"For what has been in your keeping. There are women—most women, I believe, who go mad over such things."
She nodded reflectively.
"Yes, you speak truth there. Most women have that madness. I—have not. I wonder now" She broke off.
"Well?" asked the other curiously.
"The American will be safe with them—yes, I am sure of that. But afterwards"
"Eh? What are you thinking of?"
"He will give them, of course, to some woman," said Olga thoughtfully. "I wonder what will happen then. . . ."
She shook herself impatiently and went over to the window. Suddenly she uttered an exclamation and called to her companion.
"See, he is going down the street now—the man I mean."
