As soon as the door had closed on her, I gave a warning look at the czaritza.
The czaritza, mother of Dmitri, who had first incited the mob, was forced to take the veil.
“I have a message to the czaritza which I am instructed to give to her majesty in person,” I told him.
The czaritza is waiting for me; but you will come back and dine with me, if not to-night, then to-morrow, or the next day.
I trusted to the little scene I had just contrived to prepare the mind of the czaritza for this intimation.
