“I understand. You love me, but not enough to let me interfere with your plans. I don’t like that. It’s effeminate.”
“You going to turn out for the revolution?” I asked.
“I’m not going to run through the streets throwing bombs, if that’s what you mean.”
“And Djudakovich?”
“He sleeps till eleven in the morning. If you start at four, you’ll have seven hours before he’s up.” She said all this perfectly seriously. “Get it done in that time. Or he might decide to stop it.”
“Yeah? I had a notion he wanted it.”
“Vasilije wants nothing but peace and comfort.”
“But listen, sweetheart,” I protested. “If your Vasilije is any good at all, he can’t help finding out about it ahead of time. Einarson and his army are the revolution. These bankers and deputies and the like that he’s carrying with him to give the party a responsible look are a lot of movie conspirators. Look at ’em! They hold their meetings at midnight, and all that kind of foolishness. Now that they’re actually signed up to something, they won’t be able to keep from spreading the news. All day they’ll be going around trembling and whispering together in odd corners.”
“They’ve been doing that for months,” she said. “Nobody pays any attention to them. And I promise you Vasilijie shan’t hear anything new. I won’t tell him, and he never listens to anything anyone else says.”
“All right.” I wasn’t sure it was all right, but it might be. “Now this row is going through—if the army follows Einarson?”
“Yes, and the army will follow him.”