If--if she were to fall ill, you would not conceal it from me?
and in case of any emergency--any annoyance arising from De Caylus ..." "Were she my own sister," I said, earnestly, "she would not find me readier to assist or defend her.

Of this, Dalrymple, be assured." "Thank you," he said, and stretched up his hand to me.

"I do believe you are true--though there are few men, and still fewer women, of whom I should like to say as much.

By the way, Arbuthnot, beware of that little flirt, Madame de Marignan.

She has charming eyes, but no more heart than a vampire.