You must reconcile yourself to the knowledge that you have met--your master." He bowed in his graceful way, spreading out his hands in mock humility.
Etta did not answer him.

For the moment she could see no outlet to this maze of trouble, and yet she was conscious of not fearing De Chauxville so much as she feared Karl Steinmetz.
"A lenient master," pursued the Frenchman, whose vanity was tickled by the word.

"I do not ask much.

One thing is to be invited to Osterno, that I may be near you.

The other is a humble request for details of your daily life, that I may think of you when absent." Etta drew in her lips, moistening them as if they had suddenly become parched.
De Chauxville glanced at her and moved toward the door.