hand in the country. It's not a very high game, is it—but where's a better? Men like Zoiloff would only too gladly jump at a chance of something better."
"And the Princess Christina?"
"Ah!" And his face lighted with enthusiasm. "We do all but worship her, not only for herself, but because we have come to believe she will in some way do what we want to see done—draw out the best that lies in Bulgarian life. She is truth itself, and right, justice, and honour are the cardinal articles of her faith."
I looked at him in surprise and began to see there was more in him than I had at first thought.
"You think more seriously of these matters than I had believed," I said.
"I?" and he laughed. "Ah, it does not do for us Bulgarians to let the Russians believe we take either our affairs or ourselves too earnestly. But some of us are sound enough in heart at least. Enough of politics, however; why should I bore you with them?" And he turned away to lighter topics, rattling off a dozen stories of the latest gossip and tittle-tattle about the society of the city.
I did not check him, for it struck me that he was anxious rather that I should retain my first impressions of him than begin to look on him as taking a serious interest in the affairs of the country.
After breakfast we went round to my house and I showed him the alterations I had made. He took the keenest interest in everything, declaring that my wealth would make me at once an important figure in Sofia, and that in a few weeks I should have half the city flocking to my doors.
When Zoiloff came we went to the shooting gallery,
