He shrugged.
"The evidence is all against him--and you, Princess Samarov," he added quietly.
She faced him and in the abrupt action the cowl fell over her shoulders, disclosing her disordered hair.
"You dare not look me in the eyes and say that I would steal money given in a holy cause. You dare not!" she murmured bravely.
He drove on stolidly for a moment and then a smile came on his thin lips.
"Much as I would like to look in your eyes, Princess, it is now impossible, since I would surely run into a market-cart. It is difficult furthermore," he said coolly, "because to look into your eyes is dangerous to my peace of mind----"
"Tch!--" The accent of scorn in her voice was very genuine, as she twisted away from him. "You honor me, Gregory Khodkine," she finished.
"I would honor you more, Tatyana Samarov--the highest honor in the privilege of any man to bestow," he said quietly. "I ask you to be my wife."
She was startled and turned toward him, wide-eyed.
"You!--after what you have done to me and mine----!"