CHAPTER XV
A HOPELESS OUTLOOK
Even while I was on my way from the Princess
Christina's house I began to realise the consequences
of the mistake we were making. I had been miserably
weak to give way, and, although my head was half
giddy with the rapturous remembrance of her words
and glances, and dazed with the thought that she had
appealed to my love, I was angry with myself for having
yielded.
I half dreaded to meet Zoiloff. I knew what that sturdy fellow would say, and was inclined to fear lest he should make a shrewd guess at the reasons which had influenced me. One thing was certain, he must not be present when I saw the Countess; for I knew that she would blurt out the truth in her sneering, vindictive tone.
She would publish it, too, far and wide, and in a few days all Sofia would ring with the secret of my love for Christina and of hers for me. That alone was enough to ruin the cause, since it must inevitably rouse old Kolfort's suspicions.
When I reached the house I was told that Zoiloff was with the Countess Bokara, and I sent for him. I said in as few words as possible that it had been decided to let the woman go free, and I gave some more or less fictitious reasons of policy for it. But they did not impose on him for an instant.