"She did what she could--to atone. One is judged, I think--by one's whole life, Tanya--not a part of it. Her record is finished, but its last item is the most important. She paid ... in blood," he finished soberly.
"And Grisha Khodkine--he too----"
Rowland shrugged. "He was game----" he muttered.
She took from her hand bag some papers, much wrinkled, soiled and water-stained.
"His dossier----"
"We'll hardly need it now----"
He caught her hands in his and the papers fell to the floor, papers once so significant and now merely--soiled papers.
"We have now this moment, Tanya. Let us forget--everything else. Later we will give for others. Now we will take--for ourselves."
"It is too wonderful to be true----"
"Like the fairy tale. Listen and I will tell it to you. Once upon a time, there was a very small boy who lived in a very large house in a very noisy city. And there came to him in his dreams a wonderful fairy who carried a wand with a star at its end which had the property of making all good things come true. Her name was Princess Tatyana and he loved her, for she was very, very beautiful----"