"Some day, perhaps, you will be floating in the clouds, and you will
hear that hymn rising from the throats of millions gathered together
from the ends of the earth, and when you hear that you will know that
our work is done, and that there is peace on earth at last."
"I hope so," replied the engineer quietly, "and, what is more, I believe
that some day I shall hear it."
"I believe so too," suddenly interrupted Radna, turning round on her
seat at the piano, "but there will be many a battle-song sung to the
accompaniment of battle-music before that happens. I wish"--
"That all Russia were a haystack, and that you were beside it with a
lighted torch," said Natasha, half in jest and half in earnest.
"Yes, truly!" replied Radna, turning round and dashing fiercely into the
"Marseillaise" again.
"I have no doubt of it. But, come, it is after midnight, and we have to
get back to Cheyne Walk. The princess will think we have been arrested
or something equally dreadful. Ah, Mr. Colston, we have a couple of
seats to spare in the brougham. Will you and our Admiral of the Air
condescend to accept a lift as far as Chelsea?"
"The condescension is in the offer, Natasha," replied Colston, flushing
with pleasure and glancing towards Radna the while. Radna answered with
an almost imperceptible sign of consent, and Colston went on: "If it
were in an utterly opposite direction"--
"You would not be asked to come, sir. So don't try to pay compliments at
the expense of common sense," laughed Natasha before he could finish.
"If you do you shall sit beside me instead of Radna all the way."
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