The truest of the man was stirred.

They talked and laughed about the far-off day.

Incidents flaming in his mind had faded from hers.

He recalled forgotten things.

Now and then she said: "Yes, I know that.
The Princess has told me." Evidently his Sophie was a conspirator of deepest dye.
"And now you're the great Paul Savelli," she said.
"Great ?" He laughed.