"You're a princess, you said----!"
She nodded. "My name is Samarov."
"I like Tatyana better."
"What does it matter?"
"Nothing. We have looked death in the eyes, we have won life--together."
"God grant that may be true."
He kissed her gently and looked at the recumbent figure on the couch.
"And if they find us here----?" she questioned.
"We have still this hour----" he whispered.
They sprang apart as the tall man entered. He looked at them for a moment in silence and then a smile broke over his gaunt face.