"All right. I'll go back and close it."
During his brief absence Korynthia wrapped herself in a thick shawl. She did not need the pretext of cold; she was shivering with agitation.
The Prince returned.
"I must briefly tell you that I come from the Czar."
"Indeed! And not from Fräulein Zeneida's soirée?"
"No, my love. I come from the Czar and Czarina."
"Of course, if you say so."
"You will not doubt it when I tell you what I have witnessed."
"Pray begin."
Korynthia remains by the window to announce by the sound of voices to that other that she is not alone.