“And mine only as far as Krasnoiarsk,” answered Harry Blount, in a no less satisfied tone. “Then you know also that orders have been sent to the troops of Nikolaevsk?” “I do, sir; and at the same time a telegram was sent to the Cossacks of the government of Tobolsk to concentrate their forces.” “Nothing can be more true, Mr. Blount; I was equally well acquainted with these measures, and you may be sure that my dear cousin shall know of them to-morrow.” “Exactly as the readers of the _Daily Telegraph_ shall know it also, M. Jolivet.” “Well, when one sees all that is going on....” “And when one hears all that is said....” “An interesting campaign to follow, Mr. Blount.” “I shall follow it, M. Jolivet!” “Then it is possible that we shall find ourselves on ground less safe, perhaps, than the floor of this ball-room.” “Less safe, certainly, but--” “But much less slippery,” added Alcide Jolivet, holding up his companion, just as the latter, drawing back, was about to lose his equilibrium. Thereupon the two correspondents separated, pleased that the one had not stolen a march on the other. At that moment the doors of the rooms adjoining the great reception saloon were thrown open, disclosing to view several immense tables beautifully laid out, and groaning under a profusion of valuable china and gold plate. On the central table, reserved for the princes, princesses, and members of the corps diplomatique, glittered an epergne of inestimable price, brought from London, and around this chef-d’oeuvre of chased gold reflected under the light of the lusters a thousand pieces of most beautiful service from the manufactories of Sevres. The guests of the New Palace immediately began to stream towards the supper-rooms. At that moment. General Kissoff, who had just re-entered, quickly approached the officer of chasseurs. “Well?” asked the latter abruptly, as he had done the former time. “Telegrams pass Tomsk no longer, sire.” “A courier this moment!” The officer left the hall and entered a large antechamber adjoining. It was a cabinet with plain oak furniture, situated in an angle of the New Palace. Several pictures, amongst others some by Horace Vernet, hung on the wall. The officer hastily opened a window, as if he felt the want of air, and stepped out on a balcony to breathe the pure atmosphere of a lovely July night. Beneath his eyes, bathed in moonlight, lay a fortified inclosure, from which rose two cathedrals, three palaces, and an arsenal. Around this inclosure could be seen three distinct towns: Kitai-Gorod, Beloi-Gorod, Zemlianai-Gorod--European, Tartar, and Chinese quarters of great extent, commanded by towers, belfries, minarets, and the cupolas of three hundred churches, with green domes, surmounted by the silver cross. A little winding river, here and there reflected the rays of the moon.