Dresden, April 25, 1897.
Ball at the Roumanian Embassy. Royal command to attend.
As if it needed a command to throw me into the arms of Bielsk.
CHAPTER XXXVI
COUNT BIELSK MAKES LOVE TO THE CROWN PRINCESS
Fearless to indiscretion—He "thou's" me—Puts all his chances on one card—Proposes a rendezvous—Shall I go or shall I not go?—Peril if I go and peril if I don't.