in my friend?  He came to me that evening clothed in his right mind; in evening rig-out, with his decorations upon it, commanded me to get into my dinner togs, took me in a carriage across the river to the best restaurant St. Petersburg affords, and there we had a champagne dinner in which he drank to America and all things American.  Whether it was the enthusiasm produced by Captain Kempt’s communication, or the effect of the champagne, I do not know, but he has reconsidered his determination not to return to the United States, and very soon we set out together for the west.

“I shall be glad to get out of this place.  We were followed to the restaurant, I am certain, and I am equally certain that at the next table two police spies were seated, and these two shadowed us in a cab until we reached our blacksmith’s shop.  It is a humiliating confession to make, but somehow the atmosphere of this place has got on my nerves, and I shall be glad to turn my back on it.  Jack pooh-poohs the idea that he is in any danger.  Even the Governor of St. Petersburg, he says, dare not lay a finger on him, and as for the Chief of Police, he pours scorn on that powerful official.  He scouts the idea that he is being watched, and all-in-all is quite humorous at my expense, saying that my state of mind is more fitting for a schoolgirl than for a stalwart man over six feet in height.  One consolation is that Jack now has become as keen for America as I am.  I expect that the interview arranged for me to-morrow with a great government official will settle my own business finally one way or another.  A while ago I was confident of success, but the repeated delays have made me less optimistic now, although the gentle courtesy of those in high places remains undiminished.

“Dear Miss Amhurst, I cannot afford to fall lower in your estimation than perhaps I deserve, so I must say that this fear which has overcome me is all on account of my friend, and not on my own behalf at all.  I am perfectly safe in Russia, being a British subject.  My cold and formal Cousin Thaxted is a member of the British Embassy here, and my cold and formal uncle is a Cabinet Minister in England, facts which must be well known to these spy-informed people of St. Petersburg; so I am immune.  The worst they could do would be to order me out of the country, but even that is unthinkable.  If any one attempted to interfere with me, I have only to act the hero of the penny novelette, draw myself up to my full height, which, as you know, is not that of a pigmy, fold my arms across my manly chest, cry, ’Ha, ha!’ and sing ‘Rule Britannia,’ whereupon the villains would wilt and withdraw.  But Jack has no such security.  He is a Russian subject, and, prince or commoner, the authorities here could do what they liked with him.  I always think of things when it is too late to act.  I wish I had urged Jack ashore at Bar Harbor, and induced him to take the oath of allegiance to the United States.  I spoke to him about that coming home in the carriage, and to my amazement he said he wished he had thought of it himself at the time we were over there.