"Yet, spendthrifts that we naturally are, we were not silly enough to be extravagant. Ricca was wild for American sport-clothes. I, also. Yet — only two gowns apiece, excepting our sport clothes. And other necessaries. Don't you think we were economical?"
"Furthermore, dear Captain Darragh, we are hastening to follow your instructions. We are leaving to-day for your chateau in the wonderful forest, of which you told us of that never-to-be-day in Riga.
"Your agent is politeness, consideration and kindness itself. We have our accommodations. We leave New York at midnight.
"Ricca is so excited that it is difficult for her to restrain her happiness. God knows the child has seen enough unhappiness to quench the gaiety of anybody!
"Well, all things end. Even tears. Even the Red Terror shall pass from our beloved Russia. For, after all, Monsieur, God still lives.
"VALENTINE."
"P.S. Ricca has written to you. I have read the letter. I have let it go uncensored."
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Darragh went to the door of his room:
"Ralph! Ralph!" he called. And, when Wier hurriedly appeared: