“Katherine? Ah, Katherine is the name of the young lady who was with you here—Miss Kempt?”
“Yes.”
“You are stopping with the Kempts, then?”
“Yes.”
“I wonder if they’d think I was taking a liberty if I brought Jack Lamont with me?”
“The Prince?” laughed Dorothy. “Is he a real prince?”
“Oh, yes, there’s no doubt about that. I shouldn’t have taken the liberty of introducing him to you as Prince Lermontoff if he were not, as we say in Scotland, a real Mackay—the genuine article. Well, then, the Prince and I will pay our respects to Captain Kempt to-morrow afternoon.”
“Did you say the Prince is going with you to Russia?”
“Oh, yes. As I told you, I intend to live very quietly in St. Petersburg, and the Prince has his shop and a pair of rooms above it in a working quarter of the city. I shall occupy one of the rooms and he the other. The Prince is an excellent cook, so we shan’t starve, even if we engage no servant.”
“Has the Prince given his estates away also?”