No!"-- as the Russian endeavoured to free herself from her clasp--"No! You shan't leave this house till you've answered my question.

You've made an accusation, and you shall prove it--if I have to bring you face to face with Max himself!" "I've made no accusation--merely a suggestion that you should ask him who he is.

And as to bringing me face to face with him--I can assure you"-- there was an inflection of ironical amusement in her light tones--"no one would be less anxious for such a _denouement_ than Max Errington himself.

Now, good-bye; think over what I've said.

And remember"-- mockingly--"Adrienne de Gervais is a bad friend for the man one loves!" She flitted through the doorway, and Diana was left to deal as best she might with the innuendo contained in her speech.
"_Adrienne de Gervais is a bad friend for the man one loves._" The phrase seemed to crystallise in words the whole vague trouble that had been knocking at her heart, and she realised suddenly, with a shock of unbearable dismay, that she was _jealous--jealous of Adrienne_! Hitherto, she had not in the least understood the feeling of depression and _malaise_ which had assailed her.