The Princess’s wondering eyes grew bigger. “But tell me all that has happened. I am dying with curiosity.”
Golitzine touched his wife on the shoulder. “We are de trop, my dear, let us leave the young people together.”
The Countess was a very obedient wife. She accompanied her husband out of the room; but when they were outside she whispered to him: “Alexis, is it wise? Nada is a girl of high birth but of romantic notions. Corsini is, no doubt, very talented, but is it prudent to leave them together?”
“Listen to me; I am going to impart to you a little secret,” said the Count in a low voice. “To-morrow the house of Zouroff will be humbled in the dust. Our pretty little Nada can then well choose where her heart leads her to make her choice, even if it is in the direction of our young friend, Nello Corsini.”
“I think I understand,” said the Countess.
In the big chamber, Katerina, recovering more slowly than her mistress, was reclining on the sofa. A tall, white-capped nurse stood in the corner.
Nada, of course, paid no heed to servants. They were a part of her being, to be ignored at will. For all practical purposes she and Corsini were alone.
“And so it is you who were my preserver,” she said softly; “you in this rough garb, with your face and hands stained to a peasant’s hue. There must have been some motive behind such a dangerous adventure.”
Corsini bent over her, over the lily-white face, still looking wan after her terrible experience.
“It was Providence that led me to your aid to-night, Princess. You remember my urgent advice to leave the Palace at once.”