Too late he thought that perhaps in her own way she was as determined as he was.
She had cried out against his sacrificing his career on her behalf and, while he had the feeling that they would never lose each other completely, he thought that perhaps she was putting her own plan into operation.
That was to stay away from him until the war was over and they need no longer, as representatives of their different countries, be officially enemies.
‘She cannot mean it! She cannot intend to do that!’ Lord Castleford told himself and yet he was afraid.
Now he cursed himself for not having forced Yamina to tell him more about herself.
It seemed incredible, unbelievable, but he still did not know her name.
As she had said, it seemed so unimportant and one Russian name was very like another.
