"But it is all over now, so we need not dig up old grievances.

Only I want you to understand that that photograph represents a part of my life which was only painful--nothing else." Paul, standing in front of her, looked down thoughtfully at the beautiful upturned face.

His hands were clasped behind him, his firm mouth set sternly beneath the great fair mustache.

In Russia the men have good eyes--blue, fierce, intelligent.

Such eyes had the son of the Princess Alexis.