I have not learned to be indifferent to your danger."
Odo looked up quickly. She ceased to interest him when she spoke by the
book, and he was impatient to make an end.
"You spoke of danger before," he said. "What danger?"
"That of forcing on your subjects liberties which they do not desire!"
"Ah," said he thoughtfully. That was all, then. What a poor tool she
made! He marvelled that, in all these years, Trescorre's skilful hands
should not have fashioned her to better purpose.
"Your Highness," he said, "has reminded me that since our marriage you
had lived withdrawn from public affairs. I will not pause to dispute by
whose choice this has been; I will in turn merely remind your Highness
that such a life does not afford much opportunity of gauging public
opinion."
In spite of himself a note of sarcasm had again crept into his voice;
but to his surprise she did not seem to resent it.
"Ah," she exclaimed, with more feeling than she had hitherto shown, "you
fancy that, because I am kept in ignorance of what you think, I am
ignorant also of what others think of you! Believe me," she said, with a
flash of insight that startled him, "I know more of you than if we stood
closer. But you mistake my purpose. I have not sent for you to force my
counsels on you. I have no desire to appear ridiculous. I do not ask you
to hear what _I_ think of your course, but what others think of it."
"What others?"
The question did not disconcert her. "Your subjects," she said quickly.
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