Princess Sonia was as pale as death and utterly at a loss to understand what this extraordinary visitor was driving at. She held up her ring finger, and made a frightened little apology.
“I cannot take this ring off: it fits too tight.”
The man laughed grimly.
“That does not matter in the least, Princess. Anyone who wanted to get a ring like that could do it quite simply.” He felt negligently in his waistcoat pocket and produced a miniature razor, which he opened. He flashed the blade before the terrified eyes of the Princess. “With a sharp blade like this a skilful man could cut off the finger that had such a splendid jewel on it, in a couple of seconds,” and then, seeing that the Princess, in fresh panic, was on the very point of screaming, quick as a flash he laid the palm of his hand over her lips, while still speaking in gentle tones to her. “Please do not be so terrified; I suppose you take me for some common hotel thief, or highway robber, but, Princess, can you really believe that I am anything of the kind?”
The man’s tone was so earnest, and there was so deferent a look in his eyes, that the Princess recovered some of her courage.
“But I do not know who you are,” she said half questioningly.
“So much the better,” the man replied; “there is still time to make one another’s acquaintance. I know who you are, and that is the main thing. You do not know me, Princess? Well, I assure you that on very many an occasion I have mingled with the blessed company of your adorers!”
The Princess’s anger rose steadily with her courage.
“Sir,” she said, “I do not know if you are joking, or if you are talking seriously, but your behaviour is extraordinary, hateful, abominable—”
“It is merely original, Princess, and it pleases me to reflect that if I had been content to be presented to you in the ordinary way, in one or other of the many drawing-rooms we both frequent, you would certainly have taken much less notice of me than you have taken tonight; from the persistence of your gaze I can see that from this day onwards, not a single feature of my face will be unfamiliar to you, and I am convinced that, whatever happens, you will remember it for a very long time.”
Princess Sonia tried to force a smile. She had recovered her self-possession, and was wondering what kind of man she had to deal with. If she was still not quite persuaded that this was not a vulgar thief, and if she had but little faith in his professions of admiration of herself, she was considerably exercised by the idea that she was alone with a lunatic. The man seemed to read her thoughts for he, too, smiled a little.
“I am glad to see, Princess, that you have a little more confidence now: we shall be able to arrange things ever so much better. You are certainly much more calm, much less uneasy now. Oh, yes, you are!” he added, checking her protest. “Why, it is quite five minutes since you last tried to ring for help. We are getting on. Besides, I somehow can’t picture the Princess Sonia Danidoff, wife of the Grand Chamberlain and cousin of His Majesty the Emperor of All the Russias, allowing herself to be surprised alone with a man whom she did not know. If she were to ring, and someone came, how would the Princess account for the gentleman to whom she had accorded an audience in the most delightful, but certainly the most private of all her apartments?”
“But tell me,” pleaded the unhappy woman, “how did you get in here?”
“That is not the question,” the stranger replied. “The problem actually before us is, how am I to get out? For, of course, Princess, I shall not be so indelicate as to prolong my visit unduly, too happy only if you will permit me to repeat it on some other evening soon.” He turned his head, and plunging his hand into the bath in the most natural manner possible, took out the thermometer which was floating on the perfumed water. “Thirty degrees, centigrade, Princess! Your bath is getting cold: you must get out!”
In her blank astonishment Princess Sonia did not know whether to laugh or cry. Was she alone with a monster who, after having played with her as a cat plays with a mouse, would suddenly turn and kill her? Or was this merely some irresponsible lunatic, whom chance alone had enabled to get into her rooms? Whatever the fact might be, the man’s last words had made her aware that her bath really was getting cold. A shiver shook her whole frame, and yet—
“Oh, go, please go!” she implored him.
He shook his head, an ironical smile in his eyes.
“For pity’s sake,” she entreated him again, “have mercy on a woman—a good woman!”
The man appeared to be considering.
“It is very embarrassing,” he murmured, “and yet we must decide upon something soon, for I am most anxious you should not take a chill. Oh, it is very simple, Princess: of course you know the arrangement of everything here so well that you could find your dressing-gown at once, by merely feeling your way? We will put out the light, and then you will be able to get out of the bath in the dark without the least fear.” He was on the very point of turning off the switch of the lamp, when he stopped abruptly and came back to the bath. “I was forgetting that exasperating bell,” he said. “A movement is so very easily made: suppose you were to ring, by mere inadvertence, and regret it afterwards?” Putting his idea into action, the man
