When she finally climbed into her bed, she found it impossible to sleep.
She lay thinking how beautiful the moonlight had been and the kind words the Count had said to her.
She could not help feeling that he too was suffering in some way.
She had a sudden feeling of horror about tomorrow and the people who would be waiting to meet her when she arrived.
They could hardly expect a young girl of eighteen to be their bulwark against the sturdy Russian guns, the Russian intrigues and the Russian Secret Service.
She could feel them all rising up like ogres in front of her and there was only herself with her small hands to prevent them from conquering the country and making it part of their great Empire.
‘I cannot do it, I will fail utterly,’ she thought again frantically.
Then, just as sh
