of which he was cognizant was the great Russian Charity League, betrayed six months earlier to a government which has ever turned its face against education and enlightenment.  In this he had taken no active part, but he had given largely of his great wealth.  That his name had figured on the list of families sold for a vast sum of money to the authorities of the Ministry of the Interior seemed all too sure.  But he had had no intimation that he was looked upon with small favor.  The more active members of the League had been less fortunate, and more than one nobleman had been banished to his estates.

Although the sum actually paid for the papers of the Charity League was known, the recipient of the blood money had never been discovered.  It was a large sum, for the government had been quick to recognize the necessity of nipping this movement in the bud.  Education is a dangerous matter to deal with; England is beginning to find this out for herself.  For on the heels of education socialism ever treads.  When at last education makes a foothold in Russia, that foothold will be on the very step of the autocratic throne.  The Charity League had, as Steinmetz put it, the primary object of preparing the peasant for education, and thereafter placing education within his reach.  Such proceedings were naturally held by those in high places to be only second to Nihilism.

All this, and more which shall transpire in the course of this narration, was known to Paul.  In face of the fact that his name was prominently before the Russian Ministry of the Interior, he proceeded all through the winter to ship road-making tools, agricultural implements, seeds, and food.

“The prince,” said Steinmetz to those who were interested in the matter, “is mad.  He thinks that a Russian principality is to be worked on the same system as an English estate.”

He would laugh and shrug his shoulders, and then he would sit down and send a list of further requirements to Paul Howard Alexis, Esquire, in London.

Paul had met Mrs. Sydney Bamborough on one or two occasions, and had been interested in her.  From the first he had come under the influence of her beauty.  But she was then a married woman.  He met her again toward the end of the terrible winter to which reference has been made, and found that a mere acquaintanceship had in the meantime developed into friendship.  He could not have told when and where the great social barrier had been surmounted and left behind.  He only knew in an indefinite way that some such change had taken place, as all such changes do, not in intercourse, but in the intervals of absence.  It is a singular fact that we do not make our friends when they are near.  The seed of friendship and love alike is soon sown, and the best is that which germinates in absence.

That friendship had rapidly developed into something else Paul became aware early in the season; and, as we have seen from his conversation, Mrs. Sydney Bamborough, innocent and guileless as she was, might with all modesty have divined the state of his feelings had she been less overshadowed by her widow’s weeds.