“You will make the lover rush things, Helga, if you look at the business man like that. You ought to be asleep already. Good-night.”
“Asleep? After to-night!” and with a toss of the head she was gone.
Chapter XVII—AT THE GATES OF THE PALACE
AS soon as Helga was gone I sent for Ivan, and told him to have everything in readiness for the start in three hours’ time; and that of course he would go with us.
“Where are we going, monsieur?” he asked.
“I don’t know. You spoke of some places where mademoiselle could safely lie hid for a while. Which is the safest and nearest to Petersburg?”
“There is a house in the city itself, in the Square of San Sophia, monsieur; quite safe, if the mademoiselle will adopt her old disguise.”
“What disguise is that?”