“May one call it an affaire de coeur?” asked Vassili, with his grim smile.
“Certainly. Are not all private affairs such, one way or the other?”
“And you want a passport?”
“Yes—a special one.”
“I will see what I can do.”
“Thank you.”
Vassili emptied his glass, drew in his feet, and glanced at the clock.
“But that is not all I want,” said De Chauxville.
“So I perceive.”
“I want you to tell me what you know of Prince Pavlo Alexis.”