It was Lord Courtray's fashion, when talking to any woman, even his own
mother, to lean over her with rather a devoted look. And Tamara
glancing up caught sight of Prince Milasl?vski's face. It wore an
expression which almost filled her with fear. Of all things she must
provoke no quarrel between him and dear old Jack, who was quite
blameless in the affair.
At the same time there was a consolation in the knowledge that she
could make him feel.
She thought it wiser soon to rise and return to the general group,
while Jack, on his own amusement bent, now took his leave.
She sat down by Stephen Strong, she was in a most gracious mood it
seemed.
"You have heard of our excursion to Moscow, Mr. Strong," she said. "The
Princess says you must come too, I am looking forward to it immensely."
"We ought to have a most promising time in front of us," that old cynic
replied, while he puffed rings of smoke. "It all should be as full of
adventure as an egg is full of meat!"
"I have been reading up the guide books, so as to be thoroughly learned
and teach Jack--he is so terribly ignorant always, worse than Tom!" and
she laughed.
"We must try and see the whole show, and if the snow lasts, as it
promises to do, we should have a delightful time."
"Gritzko," Princess Ard?cheff said. "How many versts is it from Moscow
to Milasl?v?"
The Prince had been leaning on the mantlepiece without speaking for
some moments, listening to Tamara's conversation, but now he joined in,
and sinking into a chair beside her, answered from there.
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