CHAPTER VII.
A warning.
Sir Percy bowed very low, with all the graceful flourish and elaborate gesture the eccentric customs of the time demanded.
He had not said a word, since the first exclamation of warning, with which he had drawn his friend's attention to the young girl in the doorway.
Noiselessly, as she had come, Juliette glided out of the room again, leaving behind her an atmosphere of wild flowers, of the bouquet she had gathered, then scattered in the woods.
There was silence in the room for awhile.

Deroulede was locking up his desk and slipping the keys into his pocket.
"Shall we join my mother for a moment, Blakeney ?" he said, moving towards the door.
"I shall be proud to pay my respects," replied Sir Percy; "but before we close the subject, I think I'll change my mind about those papers.

If I am to be of service to you I think I had best look through them, and give you my opinion of your schemes." Deroulede looked at him keenly for a moment.
"Certainly," he said at last, going up to his desk.

"I'll stay with you whilst you read them through." "La! not to-night, my friend," said Sir Percy lightly; "the hour is late, and madame is waiting for us.

They'll be quite safe with me, and you'll entrust them to my care." Deroulede seemed to hesitate.