"Seraphims," laughed Malcolm; "true, it's near enough. But why this dissertation on your moral character. Cherry?"
"I'm only remarking," said Cherry, "I wouldn't like you gu—fellers to go away thinkin' that high-class female society hadn't brought about a change in what I would describe, for want of a better word, as my outlook."
"All our outlooks have been shaken up," said the girl, laying her hand on Cherry's arm.
"I am a Grand Duchess of Russia and you are—you are"
"Yes, I'm that," said Cherry, helping her out. "I'm one of nature's extractors. But I'm through. I hate the idea of workin' and maybe I won't have to, because I've got enough of the—well, any way, I've got enough."
Malcolm slapped him on the knee.
"You've brought more from Russia than we have, Cherry," he said.
"But not the greatest prize." It was the silent Malinkoff who spoke. "Highness, is there no way of recovering your father's fortune?"
She shook her head.
"It is gone," she said quietly, "and if Russia were pacified to-morrow I should be poor—you know that, Malcolm!"
He nodded.
