And Prince Shan, too.

I think that when he rode here through the clouds, he believed in his heart that he was coming as a harbinger of woe." "You really think, then, that the crisis is past ?" Nigel asked.
She nodded.
"I am almost sure of it.

Prince Shan returns to China within the course of the next few days." "We have lived so long," Nigel observed, "in dread of the unknown.

I wonder whether we shall ever understand the exact nature of the danger with which we were faced." "It depends upon Prince Shan," she replied.

"The terms were Immelan's, but the method was his." "Do you believe," he asked a little abruptly, "that the attempt on Prince Shan's life last night was made by Immelan ?" There was a touch, perhaps, of her Muscovite ancestry in the cool indifference with which she considered the matter.
"I should think it most likely," she decided.