"You are quite mistaken," she assured him. "Russia would never tolerate a republic."
"Russia will some day have to do like many other countries," he answered firmly,—"obey the will of the people."
"Russia has nothing in common with other countries," she asserted. "There was never a nation yet in which the aristocracy was so powerful."
"It's only a matter of time," he declared, nonchalantly.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"You represent ideas of which I do not approve," she told him.
"I don't care a fig about any ideas," he replied. "I don't care much about anything in the world except you."
She turned her head slowly and looked at him. Its angle was supercilious, her tone frigid.
"That sort of a speech may pass for polite conversation in your country, Mr. Lane. We do not understand it in mine."
"Don't your men ever tell your women that they love them?" he asked bluntly.