But, after all, the Prince was his own master, and whatever a Zilah did was well done.

So, after reflection, Zilah's marriage became a joy to Varhely, as he had just been declaring to the fiancee's uncle, General Vogotzine.
Baroness Dinati was therefore wrong to suspect old Yanski Varhely of any 'arriere-pensee'.

How was it possible for him not to be enchanted, when he saw Andras absolutely beaming with happiness?
They were now about to depart, to raise the anchor and glide down the river along the quays.

Already Paul Jacquemin, casting his last leaves to the page of L'Actualite, was quickly descending the gangplank.

Zilah scarcely noticed him, for he uttered a veritable cry of delight as he perceived behind the reporter a young man whom he had not expected.
"Menko! My dear Michel!" he exclaimed, stretching out both hands to the newcomer, who advanced, excessively pale.