Think as you please, but do this for my sake! Please do! Father's father, our grandfather, wore it in all his wars." (She still did not take out what she was holding in her reticule.) "So you promise ?" "Of course.

What is it ?" "Andrew, I bless you with this icon and you must promise me you will never take it off.

Do you promise ?" "If it does not weigh a hundredweight and won't break my neck...

To please you..." said Prince Andrew.

But immediately, noticing the pained expression his joke had brought to his sister's face, he repented and added: "I am glad; really, dear, I am very glad." "Against your will He will save and have mercy on you and bring you to Himself, for in Him alone is truth and peace," said she in a voice trembling with emotion, solemnly holding up in both hands before her brother a small, oval, antique, dark-faced icon of the Saviour in a gold setting, on a finely wrought silver chain.
She crossed herself, kissed the icon, and handed it to Andrew.
"Please, Andrew, for my sake!..." Rays of gentle light shone from her large, timid eyes.