It was surely her guardian saint who sent you to the spot, at that moment." "It might have happened to anyone, sir," Desmond said; "surely any gentleman, on hearing an appeal for help from a woman in distress, would have done just what I did." "Let us go in," the baron said.

"My daughter has been eagerly waiting your coming, especially as she tells me that she does not think she said even a word of thanks to you, being overpowered by what she had gone through, and by her joy at her sudden and unexpected deliverance.

Indeed, she says that she scarcely exchanged two words with you." "There was no opportunity, Baron, for indeed, as soon as she told me that there was a carriage and horses in the stable, I was too much occupied in getting it ready for her to depart without delay, to think of talking." They had now entered the house, and, as the baron led the way into the sitting room, the girl rose from a fauteuil.
"This, Monsieur Kennedy, is my daughter, Mademoiselle Anne de Pointdexter.

It is high time that you were formally presented to each other.
"This, Anne, is the officer who rendered you such invaluable service." "We meet almost as strangers, mademoiselle," Desmond said, deeply bowing, "for I own that I saw so little of your face, the other night, that I should hardly have recognized you, had I met you elsewhere." "I should certainly not have recognized you, Monsieur Kennedy.
What with my own fright, and, I may say, the condition of your face, I had but a faint idea of what you were really like; but I certainly did not think that you were so young.

You had such a masterful way with you, and seemed to know so perfectly what ought to be done, that I took you to be much older than you now look." "I joined the regiment but little more than three months ago," Desmond said, "and am its youngest ensign." "Monsieur, I owe to you more than my life, for, had it not been for you, I should have been forced into marriage with one whom I despise." "I cannot think that, mademoiselle.