He guided her through the pressing crowds.
"Ah, Madame," he said, "you are very brave to choose such a rendezvous." "Danger is a tonic to the ill-spirited," was the reply.
"If aught should happen to you--" "It was in accord with her wishes that I am here.

She suffers from impatience; and I would risk much to satisfy her whims." "So would I, Madame; even life." There was a tremor of passion in his voice, but she appeared not to notice it.

"Here is a nook out of the lights; we may talk here with safety." "And what is the news ?" she asked.
"This: The man remains still in obscurity.

But he shall be found.
Listen," and his voice fell into a whisper.
"Austria ?" Mademoiselle of the Veil pressed her hands together in excitement.

"Is it true ?" "Did I not promise you?
It is so true that the end is in sight.
Conspiracy is talked openly in the streets, in the cafes, everywhere.
The Osians will be sand in the face of a tidal wave.