"You certainly look very ill." "I have been drugged and robbed," he replied, lowering his voice.

"I imagine I came to close quarters with death itself.

I have spent a night in Hades, and this morning am barely able to stagger; but the sight of you, Princess--Ah, well, I feel once more that I belong to the land of the living!" "Please do not call me Princess," said the girl, looking down at the tablecloth.
"Then what am I to call you, Princess ?" "My name is Jennie Baxter," she said in a low voice.
"_Miss_ Jennie Baxter ?" he asked eagerly, with emphasis on the first word.
"Miss Jennie Baxter," she answered, still not looking up at him.
He leaned back in his chair and said,-- "Well, this is not such a bad world, after all.

To think of meeting you here in Russia! Have you been in St.Petersburg, then ?" "Yes.

I am a newspaper woman," explained Jennie hurriedly.