Zara was very pale, and appeared lost in thought.

Heliobas, too, looked slightly careworn, as though he had been up all night, engaged in some brain-exhausting labour.

No mention was made of Prince Ivan; we avoided his name by a sort of secret mutual understanding.

When the breakfast was over, I looked with a fearless smile at the calm face of Heliobas, which appeared nobler and more dignified than ever with that slight touch of sadness upon it, and said softly: "The eight days are accomplished!" He met my gaze fully, with a steady and serious observation of my features, and replied: "My child, I am aware of it.

I expect you in my private room at noon.
In the meantime speak to no one--not even to Zara; read no books; touch no note of music.