“What about the passport, and the difficulties of getting away from Warsaw to-day?” asked the prince. “What we know others must know now.”
“Leave those matters to me. You can safely do so. Please do not move. I will find my way to the door, thank you.”
“If you see Wanda as you go,” called out the prince, as Deulin closed the door behind him, “send her to me.”
Deulin did see Wanda. He had always intended to do so. He went to the drawing-room and there found her, busy over some household books. He held out beneath her eyes the telegram he had received that morning.
“A telegram,” she said, looking at it. “But I cannot make out its meaning. I never saw or heard of that word before.”
“Nevertheless the news it contains will stir the blood of men till the end of time,” answered Deulin, lightly. “It is from a reliable source. Cartoner sent it. Upon that news your father is basing that which he wishes to say to you in his study now.”
“Ah!” said Wanda, with a ring of anxiety in her voice.
“It is nothing!” put in Deulin, quickly, at the sight of her face. “Nothing that need disturb your thoughts or mine. It is only a question of empires and kingdoms.”
With his light laugh, he turned away from her, and was gone before she could ask him a question.
In half an hour he returned. He had a cab waiting at the door, and the passport difficulty had been overcome, he said.