But while there was a "perhaps" I wouldn't give up.

Without waiting for a cooler or more cowardly mood to set in, I almost ran out of my room, and downstairs, for I hadn't taken off my hat and coat since coming in.
I had no knowledge of French law, or police etiquette, or anything of that sort.

But I knew the French as a gallant nation; and I thought that if a girl should go to the right place begging for a short conversation with an accused man, as his friend, an interview--probably with a witness--might possibly be granted.

The authorities might think that we were engaged, for all I cared.

I did not care about anything now, except seeing Ivor, and helping him if I could.
I hardly knew what I meant to do at the beginning, by way of getting the chance I wanted, until I had asked to have a motor-cab called for me.
Then, I suddenly thought of the British Ambassador, a great friend of Uncle Eric's and Aunt Lilian's.