He knows every thing--Herr Steinmetz." "He knows a great deal," admitted Maggie.
"Yes; and that is why he is sad.

Is it not so ?" Catrina sat staring into the fire, her strange, earnest eyes almost fierce in their concentration.
"Did she pretend that she loved him at first ?" she asked suddenly.
Receiving no answer, she looked up and fixed her searching gaze on the face of her companion.

Maggie was looking straight in front of her in the direction of the fire, but not with eyes focussed to see any thing so near at hand.

She bore the scrutiny without flinching.

As soon as Catrina's eyes were averted the mask-like stillness of her features relaxed.
"She does not take that trouble now," added the Russian girl, in reply to her own question.