The nature of my important official duties is such that I am not permitted to exhibit my real character to any one here as yet.

I am charged with some very delicate public duties which may force me to linger here for some time, or perhaps disappear without notice, only to return in the same mysterious manner.

But in me you have a stanch secret friend always.

I have already written to your charming sister, and I expect to receive from her letters which will be followed by letters to you from her.

And I shall write to-day and tell her of your goodness to me." Miss Justine Delande's eyes were downcast.
Her agitated bosom was throbbing with an unaccustomed fire, and the desire to be safely sheltered once more in Hugh Johnstone's marble palace was now strong upon her.
Hawke paused, still keeping his pleading eyes fixed upon the fluttering-hearted woman's face.