"Tell me, is it victory or defeat ?" "I shall see my sister's child, to-morrow," the Lady of Jitomir bravely said.

"And he--the man of the iron heart--shall conduct me to his house in honor." There was that shining on her transfigured face which made Alan Hawke murmur: "There is a great love here--greater than the hate which demands an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth." He waited, abashed and silent, for his strange employer's orders of the day.
"Is there anything I can do for you to-morrow ?" said Alan Hawke.

"Do you find your arrangements convenient for you here in every way ?" The respectful tone of his manner touched Berthe Louison's heart.

He was beginning to win his way to her regard by judiciously effacing himself.
"I am entirely at home, thanks to your thoughtful provision," she smiled.

"There is nothing to-night.