But I beg that you _will_ do him good.

If you care for him at all, you must want to save him." "If I care for him ?" I repeated, in surprise.

"You think--oh, but I understand now.

You are the girl he spoke of." She blushed deeply, and then grew pale.
"I did not think he would speak of me," she said.

"I wish he hadn't.
But, if you know everything, the little there is to know, you must see that you have nothing to fear from any rivalry of mine, Mademoiselle de Renzie." "Why," I exclaimed, "you speak as if you thought Ivor Dundas my lover." "I don't know what you are to each other," she faltered, all her coolness deserting her.