And somehow, the visionary face, the faces of the man whom she was to wed and the light-haired man suddenly grew indistinct.

She glanced from the corner of her eyes at Maurice, but meeting his glance, in which lay something that caused her uneasiness, her gaze dropped to the path.
"I shall be pleased to tell her Highness that a stranger, who has not met her, who does not even suspect her rebel spirit, desires to be her friend." "O, Mademoiselle," he cried in alarm, "that desire was expressed in confidence." "I know it.

It is for that very reason I wish her to know.

Have no fear, Monsieur;" and she laughed without mirth.

"Her Highness will not send you to prison." Close at hand Maurice discovered a cuirassier, who, on seeing them, saluted and stood attention.