Men do not always understand a woman's temptations." Paul had not sat down.

He walked away to the window, and stood there looking out into the gloomy mists.
"It is not because she was my cousin," said Maggie from the table; "it is because she was a woman leaving her memory to be judged by two men who are both--hard." Paul neither looked round nor answered.
"When a woman has to form her own life, and renders it a prominent one, she usually makes a huge mistake of it," said the girl.
She waited a moment, and then she pleaded once more, hastily, for she heard a step approaching.
"If you only understood every thing you might think differently--it is because you cannot understand." Then Paul turned round slowly.
"No," he said, "I cannot understand it, and I do not think that I ever shall." And Steinmetz came into the room.
In a few minutes the sleigh bearing Steinmetz and Maggie disappeared into the gloom, closely followed by a couple of Cossacks acting as guard and carrying despatches.
So Etta Sydney Bamborough--the Princess Howard Alexis--came back after all to her husband, lying in a nameless grave in the churchyard by the Volga at Tver.

Within the white walls--beneath the shadow of the great spangled cupola--they await the Verdict, almost side by side..