"Sire, I state a fact. There is real and serious danger in such a drive this evening. I beg you to consider seriously the event occurring at noon."
"I am not Feodor; the attack was on him. Let him keep his house if the people make it necessary."
This of the adored Regent, for whom the whole Empire mourned in bitter regret! It was too much.
"Sire, the attack this morning was intended for you," Allard flung with exasperated bluntness. "When the assailant saw the Grand Duke, he shouted directions how to prevent the explosion. It was meant for you; all the court and city know it."
Adrian stood quite still, looking from one to the other. Aghast at the introduction of rude truth, not venturing to deny what could be verified, Dalmorov found no words.
"For me?" the Emperor repeated.
"Yes, sire. And for that I am amazed at Baron Dalmorov's willingness that you should go out."
"It is safe," cried Dalmorov furiously. "If you are afraid, Monsieur Allard, of your own tales, ask to be left here and let me attend his Imperial Majesty."
If the statement regarding the morning had made any impression on Adrian, he shook it off as soon as received.
"So; suppose I adopt that suggestion, Allard?" he remarked.