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Clarke's husband was accredited to the British Embassy at Constantinople; that the scandal about her was connected with that city and with its neighborhood Therapia, Prinkipo, and other near places, that both the co-respondents named in the suit lived there. Whichever way the case went, surely Constantinople must be very disagreeable to Mrs. Clarke from now onwards.
To justify the emotion now possessing her, the reader must return to the day the monk first presented himself at her palace near Therapia.
Meanwhile, the launch steamed bravely against the current, deftly avoiding the swift eddies under the skillful hand of the pilot, slackening her pace to let a big ferry-boat cross before her from Europe to Asia, facing the fierce stream at Bala Hissar, the devil's stream, as the Turks call it, and finally ploughing through the rushing waters of Yeni Köj round the point where the Therapia pier juts out into the placid bay of Buyukdere.
Clarke's, and that he had come down at her request to meet Dion, and to tell him that there was a charming room reserved for him at the Belgrad Hotel. "I'll walk up with you if you like," he added, in a casual voice. "It's no distance. That your luggage?" He put it in the charge of a porter from the hotel. "I'm over at Therapia just now. The Ambassador hopes to see you. He's a delightful fellow."
Clarke sat with the British Ambassadress in the British Palace at Therapia, a building of wood with balconies looking over the Bosporus.
Truth was, Sergius wished to set out for Therapia; but banishing the face of the little Princess once more, he helped the holy man out of the chair, through the dark-stained gate, down along the passages, to his apartment, bare and penitential as that of the humblest neophyte of the Brotherhood.
At sight of his noble countenance, visible under the raised visor, the spectators lifted their voices in hearty acclamations "God and Constantine! Live the Emperor!" It really seemed as if the deadly factiousness of the capital had not reached Therapia.
I have not seen my father since the invitation was received; he has been with the Emperor; but I know how greatly he admires the Princess. I think he will consent; if so, I will go up to Therapia to-morrow." Sergius, silently resolving to betake himself thither early next morning, replied with enthusiasm: "Have you seen the garden behind her palace?" "No."
"Count Corti, go thou with the Princess Irene to Therapia. I know thou wilt keep her safely. And thou, Kalil, have a galley suitable for a Queen of the Greeks made ready on the instant, and let there be no lack of guards despatched with it, subject to the orders of Count Corti, for the time once more Mirza the Emir.... O Princess, if I have been peremptory, forgive me, and lend me thy hand again.
Clarke's white face looked faintly surprised. "Eventually I told him who I was, and he told his name to me, watching me narrowly to see how I should take it. My air of complete serenity over the revelation seemed to reassure him. I said I knew he was a friend of yours and that my wife and I would be very glad to see him at Therapia, and at the Embassy in Pera later on.
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