“Is it actual truth that you are ready to defend me?” she demanded, turning her beautiful eyes full upon my own.
“I am ready.”
“Against the whole world?”
I hesitated. She repeated the words again:
“Against the whole world?”
“Yes.”
“Against your friend even?”
“If it should be necessary,” I answered with a sigh, passing my hand across my forehead.
“Very well: I believe you!” she answered. “In that case, I will leave you here for a few minutes. You will guard this door for me!”
And she pointed to the door behind which Old Bob was resting. Then she ran out of the room. Where was she going? She confessed to me later. She was going to look for the Prince Galitch! Oh, woman, woman!