“Ah, madame, you cannot imagine how delicious it is! My cousin Coralie has told me all about it. Madame de Krudener visited Coralie’s pension and preached to the young ladies, and you never saw anything like it! They were all moved--they shed torrents of tears--it must have been grand, beautiful; a great deal better than going to the theatre--even when Talma is acting, as papa would say. I would give the whole world to see it for myself, and to know what it is all about. Come--_do come_, mademoiselle--madame, I mean.--Prince Ivan, I beg of you to send her with me.” “You are most welcome to her escort as far as I am concerned,” Ivan answered. “But, mademoiselle, if you or I were going to meet even an earthly monarch, I think we should do so with a little more seriousness.” “Ah, that reminds me--that is the best thing of all. Coralie says that the Czar is coming to the meeting to see the children.--What do you think of _that_, M. Emile?” “I think he may go wherever he pleases; he is sure to be welcome,” returned Emile with unusual graciousness. Ivan gave him a quick glance of surprise and pleasure, then said, turning to Stéphanie, “May I ask where you heard that, mademoiselle? For it does not look very probable.” “Oh, M. de Berckheim told Coralie’s father; for he is a great friend of his. This is not a little meeting in a school-room, Prince Ivan; it will be quite a grand affair. Any children who like may come, and grown-up people too. There will be crowds, no doubt. I daresay we shall find it hard to get seats. It will be altogether delightful. Besides, I am longing to see the Czar.” A few questions about time and place were asked, and the answers showed that Stéphanie had carefully considered every detail of her plan. “We can get a fiacre,” she said, “and be there in three-quarters of an hour.” Madame de Salgues, who had been silent hitherto, now spoke in a gracious tone. “If you are to hear this woman at all, Clémence, it appears to me that you could not do so in a manner less open to objection. Go, my dear niece, if you wish it.” “I am at your service, Stéphanie,” Clémence said smiling; and she rose to leave the room. As she passed the chair of her aunt she kissed her hand with a grateful look; and the old lady responded kindly, “I hope you will enjoy yourself, my dear.” She had been greatly touched, though she had said nothing, by the quietness with which Clémence had given up what was evidently her own and her husband’s wish, in deference to her feelings. “I must own, mon ami,” Clémence said to Ivan, who joined her while she was making her simple toilet, “I think it is a pity the Czar should go to a meeting such as Stéphanie expects this to be.” “Why so, if it please you, my princess?” asked Ivan, rather surprised.