I led Helga to the carriage and Prince Kalkov met us by the door of the prison.
“I shall see you to-morrow, monsieur?”
“Yes, assuredly. We shall be at the Imperial.”
“I will come to you there in the afternoon at three o’clock. May I wish your wife and you all happiness?”
Helga said nothing; she would not even look at him, and I felt the pressure of her hand on my arm tighten.
“We ought to have it, Prince. We have had to fight hard to get even thus far,” I said. “Good-night.”
“Good-night.”
He bared his head and bowed to Helga, and with a smile drew aside for us to pass.
Helga shivered slightly and whispered—
“I am very foolish; but I am still afraid of him.”