Historical fiction; Peter I, Emperor of Russia, 1672-1725 -- Fiction; Russia -- History -- Sofia Alekseevna, 1682-1689 -- Fiction
Mademoiselle Eudoxie stared at me in mild surprise, but shrank back
in horror when I told her briefly a little of the character of the
profligate suitor. She wrung her thin hands.
“Alas!” she exclaimed, “what will she do? There is no escape; the
authority of the guardian is even more absolute here than in France,
and she has no one to fight for her, poor girl!”
“Except you and me, mademoiselle,” I added softly.
The old woman looked at me with a sudden suspicion in her glance,
followed by an expression of yet deeper anxiety.
“You were ever too hot-blooded and hasty, Philippe,” she said, but I
detected a note of tender sympathy in her voice. “You and I would but
make an evil case worse. I see no help for Zénaïde. Peter was elected
to-day, and the Naryshkins are in power.”
I drew closer to her. “Is there any one about?” I said.
She started as if she had been shot, and looked nervously behind her. I
smiled, knowing what a coward mademoiselle always was. She assured me
now that we were out of earshot.
“Then I may speak of forbidden subjects,” I said. “Take heart,
mademoiselle; the struggle may not be over. No one believes that the
Streltsi will support Peter Alexeivitch, and if the Miloslavskys rise,
who knows what may not happen? Certainly the Naryshkins will be thrust
aside, and this old boyar will never barter his niece to an exile or a
fugitive!”
“Now the saints grant that it may be so!” exclaimed mademoiselle,
piously. “But I have little hope that Zénaïde can escape; he is urging
on a hasty marriage.”
I was not so despondent; I thought of Von Gaden, and a plan was already
forming in my mind. I told her where my quarters were.
“If there is any trouble here,” I said earnestly, “find some means of
sending me a message.”
Then, seeing the doubt and perplexity in her face, I went on
impressively: “It is your duty, dear mademoiselle,” I said; “you must
not connive at this sacrifice. You must save Zénaïde if you can, and
do not despise my help; I may find more means of assistance than you
dream of. Where there is a will, there is a way! Therefore, be sure to
inform me if any danger threatens Mademoiselle Ramodanofsky.”
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