Before he could raise his head a soft voice whispered urgently, "Don't move!" With admirable self-control he obeyed implicitly.
"Who is zere ?" he whispered back.
The voice seemed for a moment to hesitate, and then answered-- "Eleanor Maddison!" He started so audibly that again she breathed peremptorily-- "Hush! Lie still till I come back.

You--you don't deserve it, but I want to save you from the disgrace of arrest." "Ach, zank you--mine better angel!" he murmured, with a fervor that seemed not unpleasing to his rescuer.
"You really are a nobleman in trouble ?" "I swear I am!" "And didn't mean anything really wrong ?" "Never--oh, never!" More kindly than before she murmured-- "Well, I guess I'll take you out, then.

I've bribed Dugald, so that's all right.

When my car's ready I'll send him up for you.

You just lie still till he comes." From which it appears that Count Bunker's appreciation of the sex fell short of their meed.
Hardly daring to breathe for fear of awakening his fellow-prisoner, trembling with agitation, and consumed by a mad impatience for action, the Baron passed five of the longest minutes he had ever endured.