Once more she found herself almost hating the man who was her companion.

Whatever might come afterwards, at that moment she had the sensations of a murderess.
"You may know when you sleep to-night," she exclaimed, "that you will be the blood-guiltiest man in the world!" "I would not dispute the title," he observed politely, "with your friend the Hohenzollern." "He is not my friend," she retorted, her tone vibrating with passion.

"I am a traitress in your eyes because I have received a communication from Germany.

From whom does it come, do you think?
From the Court?
From the Chancellor or one of his myrmidons?
Fool! It comes from those who hate the whole military party.

It comes from the Germany whose people have been befooled and strangled throughout the war.