She explained her
fears about the storm, and the necessity of an earlier start, to which
he agreed.
"I am going to ask you to let us take Katia with us, we have only the
one maid, and must have her in Moscow when we arrive," she said.
So thus it was arranged. The Princess and Stephen Strong and Katia were
to start first, and Sonia and her husband would take both Serge and
Valonne, leaving Gritzko to bring Tamara, Olga and Lord Courtray last.
All through the early lunch, which was now brought in, nothing could
have been more lamblike than their host. He exerted himself to be
sweetly agreeable to every one, and the Princess, generally so alert,
felt tranquil and content, while Tamara almost experienced a sense of
regret.
Only Count Valonne, if he had been asked, would have suggested--but he
was not officious and kept his ideas to himself.
The snow now began to fall, just a few thin flakes, but it made them
hurry their departure.
In the general chatter and chaff no one noticed that Gritzko had never
once spoken directly to Tamara, but she was conscious of it, and
instead of its relieving her, she felt a sudden depression.
"You will be quite safe with Olga and your friend, dearest," the
Princess whispered to her as she got into the first troika which came
round. "And we shall be only just in front of you."
So they waved adieu.
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