"Yes. Although every one must know." "Certainly. The approach of the _Nadeja_ was undoubtedly signified to the Emperor hours ago. Play, play; to-morrow will come without our aid." Allard moved a piece at random. "I am not the only one impatient," he defended. "Count Rosal and Vasili spent the evening hanging over the rail toward the lights of the city, and telling me all we would do, from seeing Mademoiselle Liline dance to trying that new automobile. They went to bed at last from sheer exasperation." "They do not have to stay awake to amuse his Royal Highness." "Oh, I could not sleep, monseigneur. But I play bad chess." Stanief shot a glance at him; perhaps he himself could have confessed a similar inability, if he had chosen, in spite of his indolent impassivity. "You assuredly do," he agreed. "Checkmate. Set up the board again and avenge yourself." The lap of the calm water against the ship's side marked the rising of the tide; the roar and hum of the huge city came strangely after ocean silences. On the river's bank a girl was singing a minor, half-Gipsy air which penetrated at intervals, almost as if with timidity, into the rose-and-gold salon. Allard gathered his straying thoughts together and compelled his attention to the game. They are changing the watch on deck, he reflected absently; he heard the movement and agitation. For any one to disturb Stanief unsummoned was rare; for the door to be opened like this, without permission, was unprecedented. But Marzio offered no excuse as he held aside the heavy portière. Stanief lifted his eyes languidly, then sprang to his feet with an abruptness that sent the chessmen rattling over the floor. Allard, startled, rose also and turned, to draw back mechanically into the shadow and leave host and guest face to face. Marzio dropped the curtain, closing the door softly as he went out. The slight, rather frail boy clad in deep mourning was not unlike Stanief himself in fine, dark beauty of feature, and there was a composed stateliness worthy of both in the gesture with which he extended his small hand in greeting. Stanief moved forward without a word, and, kneeling, bent his head to the slim fingers for which the one great jewel seemed too heavy. Still on his knee, in constraint of their difference in height, he received the young Emperor's formal embrace. "I am glad you have returned, cousin," the boy said, with a grave dignity of speech corresponding to his bearing. "To-morrow--I wished to see you before then." Stanief looked into the eyes on a level with his own, before rising. "I shall hold this visit always in my heart, sire," he answered, his tone infinitely gentle. "I have not been given many such pleasant memories." "It is a long time since we saw each other; you did not come to me--" "That was never my fault, sire." "No," he conceded calmly. "I knew it was not, although they told me so." "I am grateful for so much justice. Permit me--"