“I can see you are interested in the issues that never have concerned Johanna. It is a pity we cannot leave things as they are.”
Xenia wanted to agree with him, but she felt that if she did she would break down and cry.
Instead with an effort she stared out of the window through her veil and thought it was somehow fitting that her last sight of Molnár should be veiled in darkness.
The streets were busy and, although she knew that it was probably just imagination, she thought that the people looked happier and had a lilt in their walk, which had not been there when she arrived.
Then she told herself that it was no use believing that her going would really make any difference except to the private life of the King.
Her whole being cried out at the thought of being separated from him. Th
