"You are safe at Lavedan, and abroad you may be in danger.

It was but two days ago that they took a poor young gentleman of these parts at Pau; so that you see the persecution is not yet ended.

Are you"-- and her voice trembled ever so slightly--"are you weary of us, monsieur ?" I shook my head at that, and smiled wistfully.
"Weary ?" I echoed.

"Surely, mademoiselle, you do not think it?
Surely your heart must tell you something very different ?" She dropped her eyes before the passion of my gaze.

And when presently she answered me, there was no guile in her words; there were the dictates of the intuitions of her sex, and nothing more.
"But it is possible, monsieur.