showered round them.

"Not even by the Czar."

"Who, I am told, means well!" said Martin, ironically, and with a gay
laugh, for irony and laughter may be assimilated by the young. "Poor
man! It must be terrible to know that people are saying behind one's
back that one means well! I hope no one will ever say that of me."

Wanda had sat down again, and was stirring the dead leaves with her
walking-stick.

"Martin and I are going for a tramp," she said. "We like to get away
from the noise and the dust--and the uniforms."

But Martin sat down beside her and made room for Cartoner.

"We attract less attention than if we stand," he explained. And Cartoner
took the seat offered. "Such hospitality as our circumstances allow us
to offer you," commented the young prince, gayly, "a clean stone seat on
the sunny side of a public garden."

"But let us understand each other," put in Wanda, in her practical way,
and looked from one man to the other with those gay, blue eyes that saw
so much, "since we are conspirators."

"The better we understand each other the better conspirators we shall
be," said Cartoner.

"I notice you don't ask, 'What is the plot?'" said Wanda.