“Yes, mamma, it is I. A telegram has come. Mamma, don’t be frightened, it must be a mistake.”
This time the voice is more controlled.
“Read me the telegram at once.”
“Just a moment. I’ll get it,” says Natasha.
The telegram is read.
“What, a military trial?”
“Yes, military.”
“To-morrow?”
“Yes, yes, to-morrow.”
“Death sentence threatened?”