It seems to give me courage." The happy Major pressed her hand warmly.
"Let it be a secret sign between us, an omen of brighter days for all of us.

Stand by me and I will stand by you to the last.

We will all meet happily yet by the beautiful shores of Lake Leman!" In half an hour, Justine Delande was completely at her ease, for well the artful renegade knew how to circle around the dangerous subject nearest his heart--the secret history of Nadine Johnstone's mother.
He had dropped easily into the wooing and confidential intimacy which lulled Justine Delande into a fool's paradise of happy content.
She was sinking away and now losing her will and identity in his own, without one warning qualm of conscience.

For Alan Hawke's dearly bought knowledge of womankind now stood him in great stead.
"One single familiarity, one questionable liberty, and this cold-pulsed Heloise would fly forever.

She must be left to her day dreams and to the work of a sweet self-deception," he artfully mused.