The whiteness of her skin gave a delicate beauty to the faint rose of her cheeks--that rose-pink which never was to fade entirely from her face while life was left to her.
"If it had been necessary, when would you have gone ?" she asked.
"At once.

Fleming goes to-morrow," he added.
She looked slowly up at him.

"Wallstein is a new name for a special Providence," she murmured, and the colour came back to her face.

"We need you here.

We--" Suddenly a thought flashed into his mind and suffused his face.