Let me tell you what they are." "Wouldn't it be more to the point if you told me what the document is, and how it concerns me ?" I parried him, determined to bring him to bay.
"Aren't _you_ evading the point far more than I?
The document--which you and I can both see as plainly before our eyes at this instant as though it were in--let us say your hands, or--du Laurier's, if he were here--that document is far too important even to name within hearing of other ears." "Marianne's?
But I told you she can't understand a word of Russian." "One can't be sure.

We can never tell, in these days, who may not be--a spy." There was a stab for me! But I would not give him the satisfaction of showing that it hurt.

He wanted to confuse me, to put me off my guard; but he should not.
"They say one judges others by one's self," I laughed.

"Count Godensky, if you throw out such lurid hints about my poor, fat Marianne, I shall begin to wonder if it's not _you_ who are the spy!" "Since you trust your woman so implicitly, then," he went on, "I'll tell you what you want to know.

The document I speak of is the one you took out of the Foreign Office the other day, when you called on your--friend, Monsieur le Vicomte du Laurier." "Dear me!" I exclaimed.