'You planned it last night.
You said so.' 'But I risk my own life,' I replied sharply.
'Nevertheless--I will have no part in it,' she answered more faintly.
She was trembling with agitation.

Her eyes avoided mine.
'On my shoulders be it then!' I replied stoutly.

'It is too late, Mademoiselle, to go back.

They are waiting for me.

Only, before I go, let me beg of you to retire.' And I turned from her, and went out, wondering and thinking.