You have one half-hour, my child.

God grant that you may serve France and induce this wretched prisoner to give up the Eagle.

Your impulse of mercy does you credit," he said adroitly, making the best of the situation for St.Laurent's benefit.

"Now you may go." "This way, mademoiselle," said St.Laurent, bowing low before her at the open door.
As the Countess passed down the long corridor she almost ran into young Pierre, the boy.

He had been questioned with the rest, but had absolutely nothing to tell.