“A personal guarantee is at best unsubstantial,” he returned rudely.
“Does it seem so to a Russian? It is not to an American.”
“I have no choice, it seems. When will you start?” he asked.
“As soon as we are married.”
“That can be at once—to-night or to-morrow.”
“To-morrow!” exclaimed Helga, in dismay at the suddenness.
“I suppose we must wait till then if we can’t manage it to-night,” I said; and she laughed to me.
“It will not be an elaborate ceremony,” said the Prince drily. “A prison does not lend itself to scenic effect.”
“A prison,” said I, surprised in my turn.
“Mademoiselle can only leave here as your wife, monsieur.”