Indeed I count myself fortunate in having asked my good brother for one whose company is agreeable to you.

For your sake, your friend shall be mine.

Come, I'll take you to him, and then leave you." Barbara's sobs ceased; I did not wonder that his persuasions won her to repose and almost to trust.

It seemed that the mist grew a little less thick; I saw their figures.

Knowing that at the same moment I must myself be seen, I spoke on the instant.
"I am here, at Mistress Quinton's service." M.de Perrencourt (to call him still by his chosen name) came forward and groped his way to my arm, whispering in French, "All is easy.