“'Yes, your honour, I can,' said the Prince.
“'Good. Come along inside the hut; the regimental adjutant is there. He will enter your name and administer the oath to you.'
“The adjutant stared very hard at the newcomer but said nothing. When all the forms had been gone through and the recruit gone out, he turned to his superior officer.
“'Do you know who that is?'
“'Who? That Peter? A likely chap.'
“'That's Prince Roman S————-.'
“'Nonsense.'
“But the adjutant was positive. He had seen the Prince several times, about two years before, in the Castle in Warsaw. He had even spoken to him once at a reception of officers held by the Grand Duke.
“'He's changed. He seems much older, but I am certain of my man. I have a good memory for faces.'
“The two officers looked at each other in silence.