it was an hour before the count returned to the nursery. "ah, my friend," he said, "what happiness have you brought to us. already my wife is a new creature. i had begun to think that i should lose her too, for the doctors told me frankly that they feared she would fall into a decline. now her joy is so great that it was with difficulty that i could tear myself away from contemplating her happiness, but the doctor came in and recommended that she should try and sleep for a time, or if she could not sleep that she should at least lie absolutely quiet, so stephanie has nestled down by her side, and i was able to come to you." he now led the way to a luxuriously furnished smoking-room.

"this is my snuggery," he said. "the library below is where i go into matters with my stewards, receive persons who come on business, and so on. this is where i read and receive my friends. now, will you help yourself to those cigars, and let us talk. at present i know nothing. stephanie was left down at our estate, near kieff, under the charge of her french nurse, who has been with her since she was born. she was rather governess than nurse of late. she was a french émigré, and of good french family, and we had implicit confidence in her. i wrote to her when the invasion first began, saying that as at present we could not tell whether st. petersburg or moscow would be napoleon's object of attack, but as all the centre of russia would be involved in the war, i wished that stephanie should remain quietly with her. i said that, should any french army approach kieff, she was to take stephanie at once to my estate near odessa.

"after the invasion began i sent off several letters to the same effect, two by my own couriers, but owing to our army falling back so rapidly, i imagine that none of the letters ever reached the nurse. of course, the whole postal communication of the country has been thrown into confusion. at last, two months ago, a messenger from kieff brought me a letter from her making no allusion to those i had sent her, but saying that as she heard that the french army was at moscow she felt sure i should wish her to bring stephanie to us, and that, after a consultation with my steward, she would in three days start direct after sending off her letter. we were, of course, thunderstruck. she apparently had the idea that the whole of the french were at moscow, and that it would, therefore, be perfectly safe to cross the roads between them and the frontier. the poor woman said that should they by any chance come across any body of her countrymen, she was sure that they would not interfere with a woman and child. her anxiety seemed to relate solely to the weather and food, but she assured me that she would bring an abundance of wraps of all sorts, and a supply of provisions in the fourgon sufficient for the journey.

"half an hour after i received the letter i sent off two couriers. they were, of course, to go round east of moscow and then to kieff. they were to drive at the top of their speed the whole way, and i obtained a special order for them to be instantly furnished with post-horses everywhere. in the meantime there was nothing to do but to wait. my orders were that immediately they arrived they were to send off a fresh messenger by the way they had come, saying whether stephanie had started, and they were bearers of letters of instruction to the steward that six mounted men were instantly to follow the road the carriage had taken, making inquiries at every post-house, and to endeavour to trace them, and if the clue was anywhere lost to bring word to me. i waited ten days, then i got news that stephanie had left five weeks before my messengers arrived there. the nurse's letter had been a very long time in coming to me, and they had started, as she said, three days after it was written, therefore if they had got safely through the country occupied by the french they should have arrived here at least three weeks before.

"according to the dates there was little doubt that they must have crossed the main road from moscow to the frontier at the very time when the french army on its retreat would be moving along. all that we had heard and knew of the terrible distress, both of their army and of our own, showed that at that time the intense suffering of the french and the savage reprisals of our peasantry had reduced them to a state when nothing was respected, and that a pair of valuable horses and a heap of costly furs, to say nothing of the food carried, would be prizes almost beyond value. deprived of these, a nurse and child would, in a few hours, die of the cold. that some such fate must have befallen them seemed almost certain, for otherwise they must have joined us.

"i could tell pretty well the road that they would follow, and started along it. half way between here and smolensk i met the six men. what they said confirmed my worst fears. they had learnt where the carriage had last halted for the night. the party had not travelled post, but had kept their own horses and had travelled only by day. had they lingered only one day anywhere on the way they would have crossed the moscow road on the day after the rear-guard of the french had passed.

"but news travelled slowly, and no doubt, at the post-house where they slept, no word that the french army was passing along had been received. beyond that, the men had been able to gather no news whatever of the carriage. the country was a desert, tenanted only by dead; and the men's descriptions of what they saw were so horrible that my blood was frozen. however, i kept on my journey, taking them with me. we went to the post-house where the carriage had last stopped, and then took up the search. there were half a dozen roads by which they might have proceeded; however, we took the most easterly one, and then, when it crossed the main road, followed the latter. it was choked with deserted waggons and guns. dead bodies lay everywhere; many partly devoured by wolves; all stripped of their clothing. after making our way through this terrible scene for a few miles, we saw, fifty yards from the road, the remains of a sleigh. its bright yellow colour caught our eyes, and when we got to it there was no room for doubt. the body of the sleigh was gone—had been burnt for firewood; but the colour was that of my own carriage, and two of the men who belonged to the stables at kieff said that they could swear to it, owing to a new iron that had been put on to one of the runners the day before it had started. but there were other signs. portions of the harness lay about, and on one of these enough of the silver-work remained to show that it was ours.

"then we searched farther. turning over a mound of newly-fallen snow, we found the bodies of the coachman and the nurse. we searched for hours, but could not find that of the child; but as to her fate we had no doubt. she might have run away into the forest, or she might have been devoured by wolves. that she was dead was certain. i left four of the men there. they were to establish themselves in the nearest village, and to continue the search day by day, and to remain there, if necessary, till the spring came and the snow disappeared. i returned here ten days ago with the news that all hope was at an end, and that stephanie was lost to us for ever. now, sir, will you tell me how it was that you saved her? you were doubtless with the french army, though how you came to be there is almost as great a puzzle as how stephanie was saved."

"i will tell you that afterwards, count," julian replied.

then he related how, on marching past the overturned carriage, he heard what would doubtless have been stephanie's last cry, and had found her lying half-frozen among the cushions. he stated the means he had taken to restore warmth to her, and how he had strapped her to his back under his warmly-lined cloak.

then he gave, as well as he could remember, the details of each day's experience: how stephanie had become a general pet of the soldiers; how they had manufactured a warm cloak and hood for her; how she had ridden on shoulders, and had joined in the marching songs of the regiment, and had really kept well and in good spirits on the march; how, as he got too weak to carry her, she had trotted by his side; and how his comrades, in spite of their exhaustion, had been willing to relieve him of her weight. then he told how, at last, they had separated from the regiment when but a few hours' march from the berezina; and how stephanie in turn had saved his life from the peasants.

"so you see, count," he concluded, "the kindness that i had shown your child has already been repaid to me many fold. not only did she save my life from the peasants, but i have no doubt that her pretty talk, and the occupation she offered to my thoughts, and her warmth as she nestled close to me at night, were the means of my retaining my strength to a far greater degree than was the case with most of my comrades, and enabled me to survive when so many dropped dead from cold and exhaustion."

"that may be so, my friend," the count said. "god has doubtless rewarded you for your good action, but that in nowise lessens our obligations towards you. now, will you tell me somewhat of your own history?"

"it is a long story, count."

"all the better, my friend. i trust that my wife is asleep by this time, and the child with her, and nothing can be of greater interest to me than to hear it."

julian therefore related his story in full, and produced the paper given him on his enlistment, guaranteeing that he should not be called upon to fight against his countrymen.

"since we entered russia, count," he said, "and i have seen the savage manner in which the peasantry were treated, not so much by the french troops as by the allies, i bitterly regretted that i had enlisted; but, at the time, no notion of this had ever entered my mind. i have told you that the life at verdun was intolerable. we died in hundreds, for a sort of dull despair seemed to settle on everyone; and, although for a long time i had borne up against it, i had come to the point when death would have been welcome. a return to my own country seemed closed to me, owing to the circumstances i have related to you; and i entered the french service, just as, in the wars a couple of hundred years ago, englishmen and scotchmen were to be found fighting as soldiers of fortune in the armies of well-nigh every power of europe."

"i cannot blame you, mr. wyatt. yours is a singular and most unfortunate story, and it seems to me that, had i been in your place, i should have acted precisely the same, and should have been glad to take service under any flag rather than have remained to rot in a prison. certainly you had a thousand times better excuse than had the austrians and prussians, who, after having been our allies, entered upon this savage war of invasion without a shadow of excuse, save that it was the will of napoleon. however, i think that it will be as well, in order to save any necessity for explanation, that i should introduce you to my friends as an english gentleman who has come to me with the warmest recommendations, and whom i am most anxious to serve in any way. this is not a time when men concern themselves in any way with the private affairs of others. there is not a family in russia, high or low, who has not lost one or more members in this terrible struggle. publicly, and as a nation, we rejoice at our deliverance, and at the destruction of our enemies. privately, we mourn our losses.

"they have been terrible. as yet we scarcely know how great; but i imagine that they will be found to have been no less than that of the enemy. we hear that, in the pursuit, and without having taken any part in the actual fighting after krasnoi, kutusow's army alone has lost nearly 100,000 men from cold and fatigue; while, of the central army of napoleon, but four hundred infantry and six hundred cavalry repassed the niemen with their arms and standards. the other russian divisions suffered as severely as those with kutusow. the emperor has himself gone to wilna to endeavour to alleviate the sufferings of the sick and wounded, with which the city is crammed. wide as will be the mourning in france, it will be no less so in russia. now, the first thing to do is to provide you with suitable garments. this i will put in hand immediately; but, until they can be procured, you must content yourself with some of mine, though, as you are some four inches taller than i am and far wider, they will suit you but poorly. however, i have an ample store of dressing-gowns and wraps, and you must remain indoors a prisoner until you are properly fitted out. by the way, i had an interview with the two honest men who came with you before i returned to you, and have arranged their business fully to their satisfaction. the papa will be able to build himself a new church, and the villagers to repair all the losses they have suffered in the campaign.

"they were," he said, with a smile, "anxious to see you, as they said that they had an account to settle with you, as you had furnished one-third of the money required for the trip. however, i told them that they could set their minds at rest on that score, for that i would settle with you privately. i only mention it that you should not think they had gone off without any remembrance of your share in the business."

an hour later, a tailor with his assistant came to measure julian. three days later, the count suggested that he should go for a drive with him in his sledge, and, wrapped up in furs, julian took his place beside him in a splendidly-appointed open vehicle. stephanie sat between them. the sledge was drawn by three horses—the centre one in shafts, while those on either side ran free. a purple net covered the three animals almost touching the ground, and so preventing the particles of snow being thrown up by their hoofs into the sledge. the driver, in fur cap and pelisse, and with an immense beard, sat on a seat in front. a number of bells were attached to the harness of the horses, and to a bow-shaped piece of wood that arched over the head of the central horse.

"this is an improvement on the post-waggons, stephanie," julian said.

the child nodded brightly. "you said it would all seem like a dream, julian," she remarked presently, as they dashed swiftly down the broad street of the nevsky, crowded with vehicles of all kinds, from the splendidly-appointed sledges, like their own, to the lumbering vehicles of the peasants piled up with firewood. "it almost seems like a dream already, and yet you know i was very comfortable with you."

"it will be something for you to look back upon all your life," her father said. "there will be many who will have strange and sad memories of the war, but not one who will have a stranger experience than you have to talk about. happily, there was, as far as you are concerned, but little sadness in it."

julian was delighted with the brightness and gaiety of st. petersburg, with its broad streets, its stately palaces, its fine cathedrals, and its busy population. the universal use of furs prevented the symbols of mourning being apparent, and, as they drove along in the luxurious equipage, even he, like the child, could scarce believe that the desperate fight at smolensk, the even longer and more obstinate contest at borodino, and the terrible scenes on the retreat, were realities. on his return to the palace, julian understood the object of the count in having taken him for a drive, for he found the armoires and wardrobes of his room crammed with garments of all descriptions.

here was underclothing of every kind, sufficient for a life-time; morning suits, riding suits, dress suits, visiting suits, in bewildering variety. in one wardrobe were three superb overcoats, lined with the most costly furs, half a dozen fur caps of various patterns, four huge fur rugs, high boots lined with fur, a dozen pairs of fur gloves for walking and driving; and arranged along the wall were ten pairs of boots of different kinds, fur-lined slippers, and dress boots. he examined them all with something like consternation.

"what nonsense!" he exclaimed. "what am i to do with all these things? it is magnificent; but it is too much altogether. why, these furs alone are worth hundreds of pounds! no doubt the count is extremely rich. i have already heard him speak of three or four estates in different parts of russia, and this palace is fit for a prince. of course, he can afford it well enough, but to me all this is quite overpowering. i should like to see aunt's face if i were to turn up at weymouth with all this kit."

there was a letter lying on the table. he opened it. it was, as he had expected, from the count.

"my dear mr. wyatt, you will, i am sure, accept the little outfit that i have provided, in the same spirit in which i have obtained it, and will oblige me by making no allusion to it whatever, or to the contents of the enclosed pocket-book, which will provide you with ready-money while you are staying here. they are but poor tokens of the life-long obligations you have conferred upon the countess and myself."

the pocket-book contained a roll of russian notes to the value of a thousand pounds. julian felt that there was indeed nothing to do but, as the letter said, to accept the presents in the spirit in which they were made. everything showed that thoughtful kindness had been exercised. on the dressing-table stood a superb travelling-case of russian leather, fitted with all necessaries of the toilet in ivory, mounted with silver, and with his initials engraved upon the back of the various brushes. hitherto he had made no attempt to remove the soft brown beard that had grown untouched from the day when the army had turned its back upon moscow. he now set to and shaved himself, and then dressed for dinner. in glancing at one of the long cheval glasses in the room, he could not but feel a distinct satisfaction at his appearance. except in shop windows in germany, he had not, since he left home, had the opportunity of seeing more of himself than could be gathered from the tiny glass that formed part of his kit.

he now saw himself as he was, a tall figure of six feet two in height, with a broad pair of shoulders. the scenes of the last six months had given an expression of power and decision to his face that it had lacked before. the stern, set look of battle had left its mark upon it, and though a distinctly pleasant and kindly one, it was undoubtedly that of a soldier who had seen hard service and had looked death many times in the face. all question as to what he should say to the count was set at rest on his entry into the drawing-room, for the count took him by the hand, and, leading him across the room, presented him to the countess, who had for the first time made her appearance. she rose as they came across, and with trembling hands and eyes full of tears, came up to him.

"ah, mr. wyatt," she said, "what can i say to the saviour of my child? i have had difficulty in restraining my patience so long; but it was only to-day that the doctor gave me permission to leave my room."

she held out both her hands to him. he bowed deeply over them and raised them to his lips. "my happiness is no less than your own, countess," he said, "that god has permitted me to be the means of bringing your child back again. it was no great thing to do on my part; and, as i have told the count, the little act of kindness was vastly more than repaid, for your daughter assuredly saved my life from the peasants, as i saved hers from the cold. your little daughter is quite a heroine," he said more lightly. "i can assure you that even when the bullets were flying about thickly she evinced no signs of fear, and the way in which she stood before me facing those enraged peasants was splendid."

"it shows her perfect faith in you, mr. wyatt. a child who has absolute confidence in the person in whose charge she is, is almost without fear. her idea of danger is derived almost entirely from the conduct of those around her. if they show fear, she is terrified; while if their manner convinces her that they have no fear, she does not understand that danger can exist. she is evidently deeply attached to you, as indeed she has reason to be, and when i get tired with talking to her, and say to her, 'now you must go, dear,' she trots off as contentedly to you as if you were indeed what she calls you, her nurse, much more so than she used to do to claire. the poor woman was a most careful nurse and an excellent instructress, although she did start so madly, as it would seem, on this journey. but the child never really took to her, as she had not the faculty of winning affection. she was thoroughly trustworthy, and would, i believe, have given her life for the child, but she was certainly rather precise in manner, and was perhaps a little too peremptory in giving her orders. that was, i admit, a fault on the right side, for stephanie is so accustomed to adulation on the part of the servants, that she rather needs a firm hand over her. however, the child has scarcely mentioned claire's name since her return, while yours is incessantly on her lips."

"she has not been in any way spoilt by adulation, countess, and has been as amenable to my slightest wish as the humblest peasant child could be; but she certainly has a pretty little air of dignity. it was funny to see how she queened it among the french soldiers, who always called her mademoiselle la comtesse, and always put aside the best piece of their scanty ration of meat for her."

"yes, she has been telling me how good they were to her. what a war this has been, mr. wyatt."

so they chatted until dinner was announced; then the countess lay down on the sofa, and stephanie came in and sat on a low stool beside her, while her father and julian went to the dining-room. after the meal was over the count proposed that julian should accompany him on a visit to the nobles' club. the sledge was already waiting at the door, and in a few minutes they arrived, not, as julian had expected, at a stately building, but at a garden.

"this is our skating place," the count said as they entered. "we have guest-nights here once a week during the winter. as a rule, those present are simply the invited guests of members; but to-night the tickets are sold at twenty roubles each, and the proceeds go to the funds for the benefit of the wounded. it will furnish a handsome sum, for everyone is here, and there are few indeed who have paid as little as the twenty roubles. some sent cheques for as much as five hundred roubles for their tickets, and a hundred may be taken as the average. this is the first time that we have had a military band, for music is naturally considered out of place when everyone is in mourning and such vast numbers of our soldiers are still suffering horribly; but as this is for their benefit it is considered as an exception. you will not see much skating; the ice will be far too crowded."

it was indeed a brilliant scene. the gardens were lighted with myriads of lamps. the sheet of ice was of a very irregular shape and broken by several islets, upon which grew trees. from their branches hung numbers of lanterns, while the bank round the ice was studded with lamps. the crowds walking about by the edge of the lake were all wrapped up in furs. a large proportion of those on skates wore uniforms, while the ladies were in short, tightly-fitting jackets, trimmed with fur, and with coquettish little fur caps. the crowd was far too great for any attempt at figure-skating, but they moved swiftly round and round the lake in a sort of procession, each lady accompanied by a cavalier, who held her hand, and all skating with a grace and freedom that was to julian surprising indeed. the scene, with its bright colours and rapid movement, was almost bewildering, and julian was glad to turn away and go up to the pavilion, where hot coffee and liquors were handed to all comers.

the count spoke to many acquaintances, introducing julian to each of them as his great friend, monsieur wyatt, an englishman. after waiting an hour in the gardens they drove to the club itself. there were here a large number of gentlemen, all of whom had been for a few minutes at the garden. here more introductions took place, and the count put down julian's name as an honorary member. "you will have a long day's work to-morrow, monsieur wyatt."

"how is that, count?"

"it will be your duty to call upon every gentleman to whom i have introduced you; that is to say, to leave a card at the door, and every one of them will leave a card at my house for you. i will make out a list for you in the morning of the names and addresses. you will find a sledge at the door at three o'clock; it will be at your disposal while you remain with me. it is a small and light one, like this, with a pair of horses. it is seldom that three horses are used unless ladies are of the party. there is much for you to see, and it will be more pleasant for you to be your own master and go about as you please."

the following morning, after breakfast, the count said, as they lit their cigars, "have you formed any plans yet, mr. wyatt? of course i do not mean for the present. it is understood that this is your home as long as you will be good enough to make it so, and the longer you stay the greater pleasure it will give us; but i mean for the future. are you thinking of returning to england?"

"i am intending to write at once to my brother. whether he is at home or not, of course i cannot say. he was going into the army, but i greatly fear that the unfortunate affair in which i was engaged will have rendered that impossible. at any rate, i shall also write to my aunt; if alive she is sure to be there. in the first place, i shall tell them what has become of me. there has been no possibility of my sending a letter from the time i left home, with the exception of one written while crossing the channel, and which the smugglers promised to deliver on their return. they must think that i am dead by this time, and my letter will, at any rate, relieve their anxiety. in the next place, i am most anxious to know if anything has been heard further from the smuggler. he gave me his solemn promise that in the event of his death a letter acknowledging that he was the murderer should be sent to the magistrates of weymouth. i have no reason in the world for supposing that he is dead, for he was not above middle age, and if, as is but too probable, no such letter had been received, i cannot return home. i might, however, return to london, and thence take ship to some foreign country—either to the united states or to south america, or perhaps to our own colony of canada, and make my way there or enlist in the english army."

"or you might stay here?"

"i might stay here, count, but as i am ignorant of russian, and have no trade or profession, i do not well see what i could possibly do."

"you would not be long in picking up russian," the count said, "and if you could make up your mind to settle down here until you learn that your innocence of this foul charge has been completely proved, there would be no necessity for any trade or profession. why, monsieur, you do not suppose that the countess and i are without heart, or would allow you, the preserver of our child, to struggle for an existence here or anywhere else! we have more money than we know what to do with. we have six estates in different parts of russia. we have some ten thousand serfs. however, we can settle nothing until you receive an answer to your letter; after that we will talk matters over seriously. at any rate, do not trouble about your future. this is the reason that i have spoken to you to-day. your future is our care, and you can leave it safely in our hands."

"you are too good altogether, count," julian said; but the russian checked him with a peremptory gesture of his hand.

"let us have no talk like that, mr. wyatt. you will only pain me deeply, and make me think less well of you than i do now. stephanie is to us infinitely more than all our possessions, and did we assign to you all else that we have in the world we should feel that the balance of obligation was still against us. now let us talk of other matters. in the first place, about sending your letter. of course, at present the baltic is frozen, and the ports beyond are all in the hands of the french. sweden, however, is in alliance with us, and our despatches for england go up through finland, then across the ice to sweden, and by land to gothenburg, and thence by sea to england. it is a round-about journey, but it is performed rapidly; and as there are english packets always ready to sail from gothenburg, your letters should, under favourable circumstances, be in england in a fortnight.

"i should incline to advise you to write them in duplicate, for the packet might be captured by a french privateer on its way, and it would be safer therefore to despatch copies of your letters ten days after those you first send off. in five weeks, if all goes well, you may expect an answer. in the meantime, i hope you will find enough to amuse you here, although the opera is closed, and there will be nothing like gaieties this season; still, there will be dinner parties and the club; and when you feel that you want a change i have an estate some five hours' sledge drive from here. it consists largely of forest, but there is plenty of game, elk and bears. if you are fond of shooting i can promise you good sport."

"thanks, indeed, count. i am quite sure that i shall not be tired of st. petersburg in five or six weeks' time, and as for shooting, i do not feel at present as if i should ever care to fire a gun again, certainly not to take life, unless to satisfy hunger. i have seen so many horses and dogs die, and have felt so much pity for them that i do not think that i shall ever bring myself to take the life of a dumb beast again. i am afraid i became somewhat callous to human life. i have seen thousands of men die, and came somehow to regard it as their fate; and certainly, during the retreat it came in most cases as a happy release from suffering. but i could never, to the end, see a horse that had fallen never to rise again, or a starving dog lying by its master's body, without having intense pity for the poor creatures, who had, through no fault or will of their own, come to this grievous end. no doubt you, as a sportsman, count, may consider this as overstrained feeling. i am quite willing to admit that it may be so. i can only say that at present i would not fire at an elk or a bear on any condition whatever."

"i can understand your feelings. i myself have had the cry of a horse pulled down by wolves, in my ears for days, and i can well imagine how the sight of so much suffering day after day among thousands of animals would in time affect one."

the next three weeks passed most pleasantly for julian. every day there were calls to make, excursions to various points to be undertaken, and dinner parties nearly every evening, either at the count's, at the houses of his friends, or at the club. he found french almost universally spoken among the upper class, and was everywhere cordially welcomed as a friend of the count's. the latter was sometimes questioned by his intimate acquaintances as to his english friend, and to them he replied, "monsieur wyatt is the son of a colonel in the english army. he has rendered me a very great service, the nature of which i am not at liberty to disclose. suffice that the obligation is a great one, and that i regard him as one of my dearest friends. some day, possibly, my lips may be unsealed, but you must at present be content to take him on my sponsorship."

the countess had gained strength rapidly, and there were no grounds for any further uneasiness as to her health; she was now able to take daily drives with stephanie.

"the child has become quite a military enthusiast," she said to julian one day. "nothing pleases her so much as to look on at the troops drilling."

st. petersburg was indeed crowded with soldiers. new armies were rising in all parts of russia, and great preparations were being made to recommence the campaign in the spring, this time upon foreign ground. no sacrifices were too great to demand from the people. nobles and merchants vied with each other in the amount of their contributions, and as it was certain that austria, and probably prussia would join the alliance, hopes were entertained that the power that had dominated europe for so many years would be finally crushed. already serious disasters had fallen upon france in spain. it was probable that ere long the whole of the peninsula would be wrested from her, and that she would be threatened with an invasion in the south, as well as in the east. in spite, therefore, of the terrible losses and calamities she had suffered, russia looked forward with ardent hope and expectations to the future.