I am a Russian subject, as I have already told you, therefore with a Ministerial order against me I am in deadliest peril." "Trust in me," I scribbled quickly.

"I will act upon any suggestion you make.

Have you any female friend in whom you could trust to hide you until this danger is past ?" "There is one friend--a true friend.

Will you take a note to her ?" she wrote, to which I instantly nodded in the affirmative.
Then rising, she obtained some ink and pen and wrote a letter, the contents of which she did not show me before she sealed it.

I sat watching her beautiful head bent beneath the shaded lamplight, catching her profile and noticing how eminently handsome it was, superb and unblemished in her youthful womanhood.
I watched her write the superscription upon the envelope: "Madame Olga Stassulevitch, modiste, Scredni Prospect, 231, Vasili Ostroff." I knew that the district was on the opposite side of the city, close to the Little Neva.
"Take a drosky at once, see her, and await a reply.