Listen! For the sake of our friendship, George, I beg you to grant me this great favor.

Go to Paris to-morrow and help Phyllis!" "You mean it ?" "God knows I do.

If ever I took you seriously, George--if ever I feared to lose the woman I love--well, I should be a coward for my own sake to rob her of help when she needs it so greatly.

Be her friend, George, and mine.

For the rest the fates must provide!" "The fates!" Duncombe answered.