You have, perhaps, three hours to get your things in order.

To-morrow you will be judged and condemned.

But you, Hildegarde--" "No, your Highness; we shall both take the train for Paris.

Gretchen, you will be happy." Gretchen ran and flung herself into Hildegarde's arms; and the two of them wept.

Hildegarde pushed Gretchen away gently.
"Come, father, we have so little time." And this was the sum of the duke's revenge.
* * * * * It never took Carmichael long to make up his mind definitely.