Then, of course, she is quite dependent on me. We do not speak of this; but I know well enough that it is every moment in her thoughts.
We did not stay out long. It is most difficult when we are together. I am going to start my own work at once. It is the only way to keep steady—I can see that. I have letters to the American Minister. I shall present them tomorrow.
We lingered at the door of her hotel. Neither of us wanted to say good-by. We stood there for several moments without speaking. Then she said:
“Will you come in?”
I shook my head.
She took a few slow steps into the doorway; then stopped.
“I shall not change, Anthony—in Paris!” she said, and hurried in without looking back.
I have succeeded in getting reservations for her on the Trans-Siberian, leaving Harbin on the 23rd. That means starting from Peking on the 21st—in three days.
She says that she will not mind the long journey alone. I wish I knew of some American or English family that is going through to Moscow on that train. But I feel pretty sure that she will make the acquaintance of some fairly congenial group of tourists.