CHAPTER SEVEN“Tomorrow with God’s help,” the Prince said, “we will cross the frontier.”
For a moment Paulina did not reply.
She was thinking that she had never been so happy in her life as the train rattled over the flat plains of Western Russia and then the barren land of Poland.
To be with the Prince, to talk to him and to listen to his words of love, was like being transported into Paradise and she could not bear that it should come to an end.
“I wish we could – stay here – for ever,” she murmured at length.
The Prince put his arms consolingly round her and he was smiling.
“I think you would find it a somewhat restrictive life.”
“I would be with – you and we would be – alone.”
His eyes were very tender as he carried on,
“Do you suppose it has not been wonderful for me too? But
