That's what I'm working for--to make you choose between Diana and that interloper.

You won't give her up for me; but perhaps, if Diana--if your wife--insists, you will shake yourself free, break with Adrienne de Gervais at last.
Sometimes I'm almost tempted to tell Diana the truth, to force your hand!" Errington's eyes blazed.
"If you did that," he said quietly, "I would never see, or speak to you, again." Olga shivered a little.
"Your honour is mine," he went on.

"Remember that." "It isn't fair," she burst out passionately.

"It isn't fair to put it like that.

Why should I, and you, and Diana--all of us--be sacrificed for Adrienne ?" "Because you and I are--what we are, and because Diana is my wife." Olga looked at him curiously.
"Then--if it came to a choice--you would actually sacrifice Diana ?" Errington's face whitened.
"It will not--it shall not!" he said vehemently.