I shall hope to return before the equinox, but--who can tell ?" "In any case then, Citoyen Deroulede, the farewell I bid you to-night will be a very long one." "A month will seem a century to me," he said earnestly, "since I must spend it without seeing you, but ..." He looked long and searchingly at her.

He did not understand her in her present mood, so scared and wild did she seem, so unlike that girlish, light-hearted self, which had made the dull old house so bright these past few weeks.
"But I should not dare to hope," he murmured, "that a similar reason would cause you to call that month a long one." She turned perhaps a trifle paler than she had been hitherto, and her eyes roamed round the room like those of a trapped hare seeking to escape.
"You misunderstand me, Citoyen Deroulede," she said at last hurriedly.
"You have all been kind--very kind--but Petronelle and I can no longer trespass on your hospitality.

We have friends in England, and many enemies here ..." "I know," he interrupted quietly; "it would be the most arrant selfishness on my part to suggest, that you should stay here an hour longer than necessary.

I fear that after to-day my roof may no longer prove a sheltering one for you.

But will you allow me to arrange for your safety, as I am arranging for that of my mother and Anne Mie?
My English friend Sir Percy Blakeney, has a yacht in readiness off the Normandy coast.