"Diana's faith will pull us through." Olga smiled contemptuously.
"Don't be too sure.

After all a woman's trust won't stand everything, and you're asking a great deal from Diana--a blind faith, under circumstances which might shake the confidence of any one.
Already"-- she leaned forward a little--"already she is beginning to be jealous of Adrienne." "And whom have I to thank for that?
You--you, from whom, more than from any other, I might have expected loyalty." Olga shook her head.
"No, not me.

But the fact that no wife worth the name will stand quietly by and see her husband at the beck and call of another woman." "More especially when there is some one who drops poison in her ear day by day," he retorted.
"Yes," she acknowledged frankly.

"If I can bring matters to a head, force you to a choice between Adrienne and Diana, I shall do it.

And then, before God, Max! I believe you'll free yourself from that woman." "No," he answered quietly, "I shall not." "You'll sacrifice Diana ?"--incredulously.
A smile of confidence lightened his face.
"I don't think it will come to that.