"And oh, how near I was to losing you!" she cried. "You were going away to-morrow, and I should have broken my heart."
"Ah, dear heart! How could I know?" he said. "How could I know you could ever love a foreigner, the son of a—"
"The son of a hero, who paid out his life for a great cause," she cried with a sob. "Oh, Kalman, I have been there. I have seen the people, your father's people."
Kalman's face was pale, his voice shaking. "You have seen? You understand? You do not shrink from me?" He felt his very soul trembling in the balance.
"Shrink from you!" she cried in scorn. "Were I Russian, I should be like your father!"
"Now God be thanked!" cried Kalman. "That fear is gone. I fear nothing else. Ah, how brave you are, sweetheart!"
"Stop, Kalman! Man, man, you are terrible. Let me go! They are coming!"
"Hello there! Steady all." It was Brown's voice. "Now, then, what's this?"
Awhile they stood side by side, then Marjorie came shyly to Sir Robert.
"I didn't mean to, father," she said penitently, "not a bit. But I couldn't help myself. He just made me."