She knew what he wanted to say, but she wanted him to say it.
"You and I--Tanya--my wife."
"Whenever you wish, Philippe Rowlan'," she murmured.
"Today?" he urged.
"Whenever you wish. We have won life together."
He was silent in a moment of soberness.
"We have a great work to do, Tanya."
"Yes. We shall do it--together. Russia!" Her voice sank. "Oh, mon Philippe--my country--the cause seems so hopeless--anarchy--nothing less----"
"Order will follow--reason--regeneration----"
"Honor cannot come from dishonor. Russia is false--a Judas among the nations----"