"She is with my sister, and I think they are safe," she cried.

The Princess gave a deep sigh and fainted quietly away.

It was a long time before she recovered, and then she wanted to be told
over and over all about little Rika. How she had looked, how she had
borne the separation, everything. The Morrises having been assured by
Ivan that Warren was on the track of the men who had kidnapped the
children, and knowing the cleverness and determination that Warren
always put into everything he ever did, were positive that Warren had
the children safely in his possession. And Evelyn knew well that once
with him, they would not get out of his sight again. All of this she
used to comfort the Princess who could scarcely contain herself for
joy.

"Now it will all come out right!" she said. "When the men come back
next time, we can set them to hunting up your son and Prince Ivan, and
we will soon be reunited."

She clapped her hands softly, and the footman approached.

"Luncheon, Michael!" she said, and the Professor watched with pleasure
the speed with which the Princess was obeyed. Soon they were eating a
delicious and much needed meal. The Princess herself was so
strengthened by the tonic of hope and joy that she was able to enjoy
the delicate food. She could not hear enough about Rika and at every
sound declared that the men must be returning, although Modjeska
reminded her over and over that they were unlikely to return before
dark.