"They would not let me." Then, after a second's pause: "Am I too late, Monsieur ?" she asked.
"No," he answered her.

"The ci-devant Vicomte d'Ombreval still lies awaiting trial.

Will you not be seated ?" "I do not look to remain long." "As you please, Citoyenne.

I have delayed Ombreval's trial thinking that if not my letter why then his might bring you, sooner or later, to his rescue.

It may interest you to hear," he continued with an unmistakable note of irony, "that that brave but hapless gentleman is much fretted at his incarceration." A shadow crossed her face, which remained otherwise calm and composed -- the beautiful, intrepid face that had more than once been La Boulaye's undoing.
"I am glad that you have waited, Monsieur.