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Updated: October 22, 2025
"Indeed, sir I give you my word that you will not regret this decision," Count Roumovski said gravely. "I believe your niece and I were made for one another." "We will hope so," returned Canon Ebley, who could no longer keep up a stern resistance in the face of perfectly logical arguments and a witch of a girl purring over him and patting his cheek.
It seemed an endless time the hour that she waited in her room, and then a knock came to the door, and Ivan's voice saying his master desired her presence in the sitting-room at once, and she hurriedly went there to find Count Roumovski standing by the mantelpiece looking very grave.
"I am sorry you should have become so heated and angry," Count Roumovski returned, "because it stops all sensible discussion.
"What have you done with Miss Rawson?" he asked furiously. "She has this moment run away from her aunt." "I have nothing to converse with you about," Count Roumovski returned, with mild surprise.
There were quantities of books and papers about and the smell of excellent cigars, and put carelessly aside were various objets d'art which antique dealers had evidently sent for his grand seigneur's approval. Count Roumovski was standing by the mantelpiece and looked very tall and commanding in his evening dress.
Medlicott was now silent, almost choking with perturbation. So Count Roumovski went on: "The wise man faces the facts of nature. Looks straight to find God's meaning in them, and then tries to exalt and ennoble them to their loftiest good. He does not, in his puny impotence, quarrel with the all-powerful Creator and try to stamp out that with which He thought fit to endow human beings."
"Never permit yourself to be ruffled by anything to commence with," Count Roumovski began gravely, while the pupils of his eyes appeared to grow larger. "Whatever mood you are in, you connect yourself with the cosmic current of that mood you become in touch, so to speak, with all the other people who are under its dominion, and so it gains strength because unity is strength.
You were only introduced to Miss Rawson and myself to-night. You must be mad!" "No, I am quite sane. And I say them upon the best authority," Count Roumovski continued, "because I love Miss Rawson myself, and I am deeply honored by believing that in return she loves me not you at all.
Thus eventually they reached Viterbo, and drew up at the station door, when Count Roumovski seemed to have regained his usual calm as he helped her out with tender solicitude. The passengers, they learned, were still in the train, half a mile up the line, waiting until it was cleared to go on to Rome.
When he had finished his note he went straight up in the lift to the corridor where Stella's room was and there saw in the distance her raging and discomfited late betrothed evidently keeping watch and ward. Count Roumovski did not hesitate a second; he advanced to the door and knocked firmly on the panel, slipping his letter through the little slide for such things before Mr.
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