"We cannot tell.—Wait."
It was nine o'clock at night before the body stirred naturally for the first time, and a long, fluttering sigh broke from the pallid lips. From Caroline came a faint cry of joy; and then Sophia's great eyes opened, languidly, and her look was turned upon her sister.
"Mother!" she whispered, smiling.
"No, Sophie!—No!"
But Weimann was at her elbow. "Do not contradict!" he murmured. Then he turned to Michael.
"You have a son?" he said, quietly.
"Yes!—You mean—" Michael's face had not held this look before.
"He should be here," said the doctor, steadily. "I think she will know you all—yet."
Prince Gregoriev bowed his head upon his breast, and stole from the room. Ten minutes later Piotr was speeding across Moscow in his master's brougham, towards the Corps des Cadets.