" "You flirt with him too," said the countess, laughing.

"No, he is a Freemason, I have found out.

He is fine, dark-blue and red....

How can I explain it to you?" "Little countess!" the count's voice called from behind the door.

"You're not asleep?" Natasha jumped up, snatched up her slippers, and ran barefoot to her own room.