"If--if I am to give him up, I must tell him with my own lips, and bid him good-bye.

I will do this to-morrow, if you will hold your hand until then." We looked at each other for a long moment in silence.

Godensky was trying to read my mind, and to make up his accordingly.
"You swear by everything you hold sacred to break with him to-morrow ?" "By the memory of my father and mother, martyred by bureaucrats like you, I pledge my word that--that--if I can't break with Raoul, to let you know the first thing in the morning, and dare you to do--what you will." "You will not 'dare' me, I think.

And because I think so, I will wait--a little longer." "Until this time to-morrow ?" "No.

For if you cheated me, it would be too late to act for another twelve hours.