The sentence broke; those firm, steadily tranquil eyes of his caught and held hers.
"Angry? Why? But I am sorry, deeply sorry, for the net of policy which has enmeshed us both and left me no power of freeing you. And I would do all possible, Princess, to make this less hard for you. There is no need to be afraid of me in any way. I do not know what they have told you of me; if I govern the Empire severely, it is that order may come from chaos, no more. Of what else I may be accused—"
"Monseigneur!"
He smiled again at her tone, rather sadly.
"Oh, I know my enemies. But such things have no place between you and me. John Allard was of your suite; perhaps he could have told you that I am not all harshness."
She snatched her gaze from his and blushed as he had never seen a woman blush before, the heavy crimson staining her very forehead.
"He did tell me—that, monseigneur."
"Then I would ask you to trust me, Princess. To-morrow you will come to my house; there will be no other change in your life which you do not wish. I am not a reigning sovereign, there is no reason why you should not keep with you the ladies of your own country whom you prefer. If you desire, I will have the Emperor ask your mother to remain with you for a few months."
Iría shook her head. Her mother's constant surveillance threatened even the peace Stanief offered, and prohibited rest.
"You are good to me, monseigneur," she faltered. "I will stay with you, please."