"Things are not then as you would wish?" she asked.

"As I would wish--no, not as I would wish--but as I told you, I do not

mix myself up with them. I only obey the Emperor and shall to the end

of my life."

Tamara saw she had stirred too deep waters. His face wore a look of

profound melancholy. She had never felt so drawn toward him. She let

her eyes take in the picture he made. There was something very noble

about his brow and the set of his head. Who could tell what thoughts

were working in his brain. Presently he got up again and knelt by her

side--his movements had the grace and agility of a cat. He took her

hand and kissed it.

"Madame, please don't make me think," he said. "The question is too

great for one man to help. I do not go with the Liberals or any of the

revolt. Indeed I am far on the other side. Good to this country should

all have come in a different, finer way, and now it must work out its

own salvation as best it may. For me, my only duty is to my master.

Nothing else could count." His eyes which looked into hers seemed

great sombre pools of unrest and pain.

She did not take away her hand and he kissed it again.

Then the clock on the mantlepiece chimed one, and she started to her

feet.

"Oh! Prince, should we not be thinking of supper," she said. "Come, let

us forget we have been serious and go back and eat!"

He rose.

"They have probably gone in without us, they know me so well," he said;

"but as you say, we will no more be serious, we will laugh."

Then he took her hand, and merrily, like two children, they ran through

all the big empty rooms to find exactly what he had predicted had

occurred. The party were at supper quite unconcerned!

It was such a gay scene. Princess Sonia and Serge Grekoff were busily

cutting raw ham, by their places; while others drank tea or vodka or

champagne, or helped themselves from various dishes the servants had

brought up. There was no ceremony or stiffness, each one did as he

pleased.

And there sitting by Olga Gléboff, already perfectly at home, was Lord

Courtray; and further down the Princess Ardácheff sat by Stephen

Strong.

"Gritzko--we could not wait!" Countess Olga said.

Then both the Englishmen got up and greeted Tamara.




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