I--I was grieved." "You need be grieved no longer, madame." "Poor Simon!" said she very gently.

I felt the lightest pressure on my hand, the touch of two slim fingers, speaking of sympathy and comradeship.
"By God, I'll bring you safe out of it," I cried.
"But how, how?
Simon, I fear that he has----" "The Duke ?" "No, the--the other--M.

de Perrencourt; he has set his heart on--on what he told me." "A man may set his heart on a thing and yet not win it," said I grimly.
"Yes, a man--yes, Simon, I know; a man may----" "Ay, and even a----" "Hush, hush! If you were overheard--your life wouldn't be safe if you were overheard." "What do I care ?" "But I care!" she cried, and added very hastily, "I'm selfish.

I care, because I want your help." "You shall have it.

Against the Duke of Monmouth, and against the----" "Ah, be careful!" I would not be careful.