“You liberate him!” sadly exclaimed Bernis.  “Ah, then you know not, you do not once dream, that you are yourself surrounded by dangers, that your own liberty, indeed your life itself, is threatened.”

“I know it,” calmly responded the young maiden, “but I also know that strong and powerful friends stand by my side, who will protect and defend me with their lives.”

“But how if these friends are deceiving you—­if precisely they are your bitterest enemies and destroyers?”

“Sir Cardinal!” exclaimed Natalie, reddening with indignation.

“Oh, I may not anger you,” he continued, “but it is my duty to warn you, princess!  They have undoubtedly deceived you with false pretensions, and in some deceitful way obtained your confidence.  Tell me, princess, do you know the name of this count whom you daily receive here?”

“It is Count Alexis Orloff,” said the young maiden, blushing.

“You know him, know his name, and yet you confide in him!” exclaimed the cardinal.  “But it cannot be that you know his history:  have you any idea to whom he is indebted for his prosperity and greatness?”

“The Empress Catharine, his mistress,” said Natalie, without embarrassment.

The cardinal looked, with increasing astonishment, into her calm, smiling face.  “I now comprehend it all,” he then said; “they have laid a very shrewd and cunning plan.  They have deceived you while telling you a part of the truth!”

“No one has deceived me,” indignantly responded Natalie.  “I tell you, Sir Cardinal, that I am neither deceived nor overreached, easy as you seem to think it to deceive me!”

“Oh, it is always easy to deceive innocence and nobleness,” sadly remarked the cardinal.  “Listen to me, princess, and think, I conjure you, that this time a true and sincere friend is speaking to you.”

“And how shall I recognize that?” asked the young maiden, with a slight touch of irony.  “How shall I recognize a friend, when, as you say, it is precisely my pretended friends who are my enemies!”

“Recognize me by this!” said the cardinal, drawing a folded paper from his bosom and handing it to the princess.

“That is Count Paulo’s handwriting!” she joyfully exclaimed.

“Ah, you recognize the handwriting,” said the cardinal, “and you see that this letter is addressed to me.  Count Paulo therefore considers me his friend!”

“May I read this letter?”

“I beg you to do so.”

Natalie unfolded the letter and read:  “Warn the Princess Tartaroff; danger threatens her!”

“That is all?” she asked with a smile.

“That is all!” said the cardinal; “but when Paulo considered these few words of sufficient importance to send them to me, you may well suppose they are of the utmost significance.”

“Count Paulo is in Siberia,” said Natalie, shaking her head; “how could he have written you from thence?”