They were driving on the road again now, and the sleigh was running smoothly.
"I suppose," she said reflectively at length, "that the secret of the enormous influence you exercise over all who come in contact with you is that you drag the best out of every one--the best that is in them." Paul did not answer.
"What is that light ?" she asked suddenly, laying her hand on the thick fur of his sleeve.

She was not nervous, but very watchful.
"There--straight in front." "It is the sleigh," replied Paul, "with your father and Steinmetz.

I arranged that they should meet us at the cross-roads.

You must be at the Volga before daylight.

Send the horses on to Tver.