If it were not for this, Philippa--hear the speech of a renegade--my mandate should be torn in pieces.

My instructions should flutter into the waste-paper basket, To-morrow should see us on our way to a new country and a new life.

But you must be very sure indeed." "Is it because of me that you are staying here ?" she asked.
"Upon my honour, no," he assured her.

"I must stay here a little longer, whatever it may mean for me.

And so I am content to remain what I am to you at this minute.