"I distrust it all, my dear," she said to him. "I am full of uneasiness.
And what makes me more uneasy is that they are taking it so quietly
at the Austrian Embassy and at the German. I dined at one Embassy
last night and at the other only a few nights ago, and I can't get
anybody--not even the most indiscreet of the Secretaries--to say a word
about it."
"But perhaps there isn't a word to be said," suggested Michael.
"I can't believe that. Austria cannot possibly let an incident of that
sort pass. There is mischief brewing. If she was merely intending to
insist--as she has every right to do--on an inquiry being held that
should satisfy reasonable demands for justice, she would have insisted
on that long ago. But a fortnight has passed now, and still she makes
no sign. I feel sure that something is being arranged. Dear me, I quite
forgot, Tony asked me not to talk about it. But it doesn't matter with
you."
"But what do you mean by something being arranged?" asked Michael.
She looked round as if to assure herself that she and Michael were
alone.
"I mean this: that Austria is being persuaded to make some outrageous
demand, some demand that no independent country could possibly grant.
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