and looked at them earnestly.

Their guide, the young girl, pressed the spring that replaced the
flagstone, and as soon as she was sure that it was adjusted, ran
eagerly across the wide space and knelt at the lady's knee. She spoke
rapidly and excitedly in Polish. Evelyn could catch a word
occasionally. Then the lady rose and advanced with a graceful gesture
of welcome.

"You are indeed welcome," she said easily in English. "I cannot be
thankful enough that my daughter overheard those brutal soldiers and
was able to rescue you. Come and tell me about it."

Professor Morris bowed low over the hand extended him. Then leading
the way, the lady returned to the table where the footman drew chairs
for the group.

Professor Morris told his story of the arrest and imprisonment and the
result of the conference in the dining-room. The lady shuddered.

"You are safe now, at least," she assured him when the story was
finished. "And we are happy .to have you with us. It is a comfort to
have someone with whom to share one's sorrows. One has no happiness to
share now." She smiled sadly.

"I am the Princess Olga Nicholani; with my husband and children I have
lived here all my life. The Prince is with his troops, living or dead
I know not. Our son is with him. When the war separated us I,
Modjeska here and my baby girl, with a few of our old servants,
remained in Warsaw.