“We are cautious, certainly.”
“Yet you should hate the Russians.”
“No one has accused us of loving them.”
She made another pause before replying:
“Perhaps I have been too rash and have surprised you; but we thought from what Michel told me of what passed this morning at your house, that—well, that all was as we wished, and that you were already with us.”
“You thought this?” I asked, purposely putting an emphasis on the pronoun. She understood me and smiled.
“The Princess and I both thought it,” and I heard this with delight.
“You did not hear more than the truth, mademoiselle.”
“Then we are to be friends in it all?” she cried; and her face was radiant with pleasure as she turned her eyes once more full upon me.
“Show me how I can serve the Princess, and I will do it with my whole heart, and if need be with my life.”