"What do you think of Russia, Mr. Hay?" she asked.
He jerked his head round at her in surprise.
"You didn't know me on the hill," she laughed, "but I knew you! And there are not so many foreigners in the Kieff region that you should be unknown to the Grand Duke," she said, "and besides, you were at the reception which my father gave a year ago."
"I did not see your Highness there," said Malcolm. "I came especially" he stopped short in confusion.
"That was probably because I was not visible," she replied dryly. "I have been to Cambridge for a year to finish my education."
"That is why your English is so good," he smiled.
"It's much better than your Russian," she said calmly. "You ought not to have said 'ukhoditzay' to people—you only say that to beggars, and I think they were rather annoyed with you."
"I should imagine they were," he laughed; "but won't you tell me what happened to your servant? I thought I saw him on the outskirts of the crowd and the impression I formed was" he hesitated.
"I shouldn't form impressions if I were you," she said hurriedly. "Here in Russia one ought not to puzzle one's head over such things. When you
