"Zoya----," she corrected.
He smiled and touched her fingers lightly to his lips.
"Zoya----," he repeated. "Pretty name, that. Zoya! You and I must swear an allegiance."
"I have already sworn it in my heart," she said softly.
"And I can count upon you--whatever happens."
"Yes--for Russia."
"There are many Russias----"
"The Russia of the Constituent Assembly--the Russia of sanity--of reconstruction----"
"Good. We understand each other. A beautiful woman is a power, but a clever, beautiful woman----" he smiled at her gaily, "the world lies at her feet."
Her fingers closed upon his own and she looked past him down into the valley of a little river which flowed past them while her voice seemed to trail away into the beautiful distance.