Doesn't Max play the devoted husband satisfactorily ?" Diana flushed.
"You've no right to talk like that, Olga, even in jest," she said, with a little touch of matronly dignity that sat rather quaintly and sweetly upon her.

"I know you don't like Max--never have liked him--but please recollect that you're speaking of my husband." "You misunderstand me," replied the Russian, coolly, as she drew on her gloves.

"I _don't_ dislike him; but I do think he ought to be perfectly frank with you.

As you say, he is your husband"-- pointedly.
"Perfectly frank with me ?" Miss Lermontof nodded.
"Yes." "He has been," affirmed Diana.
"Has he, indeed?
Have you ever asked him"-- she paused significantly--"who he is ?" "_Who he is_ ?" Diana felt her heart contract.

What new mystery was this at which the other was hinting?
"_Who he is_ ?" she repeated.