"As soon as I heard you speak, I knew you were the one I was destined to meet." "Ah, Donal, Donal, at lovers' perjuries they say Jove laughs.

I don't think you were quite so certain as all that.

But I, too, am a coward, and I dare not refuse you." Lord Donal glanced quickly about him; the room was still crowded.

Even the Berlin Express gave them a long time for breakfast, and was in no hurry to move westward.

His hurried gaze returned to her and he sighed.
"What an unholy spot for a proposal!" he whispered; "and yet they call Russia the Great Lone Land.