He is a friend of mine; he is quite charmed with you.

He will provide us with an escort of Cossacks." He persisted in trying to flatter her vanity, unable to realize that her mind was not worldly.

She replied, negligently, that it might be a pleasant trip.

Then he praised the mountains, the ancient cities, the bazaars, the costumes, the armor.
He added: "We shall take some friends with us--Princess Seniavine, General Lariviere, perhaps Vence or Le Menil." She replied, with a little dry laugh, that they had time to select their guests.
He became attentive to her wants.
"You are not eating.

You will injure your health." Without yet believing in this prompt departure, he felt some anxiety about it.