"There shall be no more legends."
He laughed, kissing her hands gently.
"And yet after all was it not a legend that brought me Princess Tatyana?"
"But she is here to guard you against danger, Philippe Rowlan'. Death seems to me so much the more terrible now that Life and happiness stretch before us both.... Poor Zoya!"
"And Markov. But they went together--as he would have wished."
She hid her face in her hands.
"Together? Yes. I can never forget him.... Never."
"Nor I."
"She ... loved you, Philippe----" she whispered.
He was silent, thinking. And then----