"Countess, I must beg your pardon ten thousand times for this abrupt departure.

My servants will call your carriage." She leaned towards him, beautiful, anxious, alluring.
"Reginald!" "Yes or no," he whispered in her ear.
"Give me until to-morrow," she faltered.
"Not one moment," he answered.

"Yes--now, this instant--or I go!" "Brott! My dear man, we have not a second to lose." "You hear!" he muttered.

"Yes or no ?" She trembled.
"Give me until to-morrow," she begged.

"It is for your own sake.