“But—is he changed then? Is he—”
He stopped. His voice had sounded to her bitter, almost fierce.
“Yes, Boris, he is changed. Have you ever seen anyone who was lost, and the same person walking along the road home? Well, that is Count Anteoni.”
They said no more for some minutes. Androvsky was the first to speak again.
“You told him?” he asked.
“About ourselves?”
“Yes.”
“I told him.”
“What did he say?”
“He had expected it. When we ask him he is coming here again to see us both together.”