“Well?” she asked, as she came to me.
“Yes, it is all well,” I answered smiling. “All well, all the best it could be—for us. Not for the Prince,” I added drily.
“And my father?”
“Justice will be done to his memory, my dear, full justice. You were right in the kernel of your plans—to get to the Czar.”
“I was certain of that,” she said.
“If you could have got to him all this would never have happened. I never saw a man more moved. I left all the papers with him and he’s going to study them himself, and then see you. Never a breath of the truth has ever been allowed to reach him.”
“My dear father,” she murmured. “At last,” and she sighed.
“Old Kalkov has had things his own way and has had a fine past; but I don’t envy him his future.”
Marvyn entered the ante-room then.
“How have things gone, Denver?”