Storri was saying that he had been commanded, through the Russian Embassy, to report to "His Czar"; he must be in St.Petersburg June fifteenth.

The San Reve had begun to believe in the Czar as a close intimate of her Storri.
"Yes, he has called me home, my San Reve," cried Storri.

"There is much that he would know about these pig Americans, and who can tell him better than his Storri.

When I go, which will be about June first, you shall go with me." The San Reve's heavy face was in a glow.

Russia?
yes; and she would see France again! Storri read the pleasure in her glance.