"It is easy to trust you others, Monsieur Allard," he said wistfully. "I wish you were my friend instead of Feodor's."
"Is it not the same thing, sire?" Allard questioned.
"Is it?"
"I sincerely believe so, sire."
"Bring Monsieur Allard with you to-morrow, cousin," Adrian directed, lifting his gaze to Stanief. "And good night."
"You will allow me to accompany your return, sire?"
"Certainly not,—to attract all the capital!"
"Pardon, I meant as secretly as Gregor attends you; who—again pardon me—is scarcely attendance enough."
Adrian shook his head decisively.
"Your people on the yacht—"