"I hope you will allow me to call you my friend.

I shall never cease to thank you! Amelie, my love, kiss this hand; look at this face; impress it on your heart, and never, _never_ forget it, for this brave gentleman rescued you from a most horrible fate." M.Cambray listened to these profuse expressions of gratitude, but with heedless ear.

His thoughts were with the fugitives.

He longed to know if they had escaped pursuit.

While the countess was speaking he could not help but think that a great ado was being made because a little countess had been abandoned half clad in the public street.