With quick wit she had grasped this chance for service; had encouraged Kirby to believe her the slave, and then, in sudden desperation, had been driven into trusting me in an effort to keep out of his hands.
This theory seemed possible enough; yet what she might decide to do now, under the stress of these new conditions, was no less a problem.
She possessed no knowledge regarding the others, such as I did.

She had no means of guessing that the two others had already actually escaped, and were even then beyond the power of their pursuers.

Her one thought still would be the continuation of deceit, the insistence that she was Rene.

To do otherwise would defeat her purpose, make her previous sacrifice useless.

She must still fight silently for delay.
Why, she had not so much as trusted me.