Let me take charge of you.

You, mademoiselle," turning to me, "will be kind enough to tell Zara that the Prince has recovered, and sends her a friendly good-night.

Will that message suffice ?" he inquired of Ivan, with a smile.
The Prince looked at me with a sort of wistful gravity as I came forward to bid him farewell.
"You will embrace her," he said slowly, "without fear.

Her eyes will rain sunshine upon you; they will not dart lightning.

Her lips will meet yours, and their touch will be warm--not cold, as sharp steel.
Yes; bid her good-night for me; tell her that an erring man kisses the hem of her robe, and prays her for pardon.