"Whither are you going ?" he asked.
"Away, Monsieur," she answered.

"I was realising that my journey had indeed been in vain." He looked at her a second in silence.

Then stepping forward: "Mademoiselle," he said, very quietly, "your arguments have prevailed, and it shall be as you desire.

The ci-devant Vicomte d'Ombreval shall go free." Her face seemed to grow of a sudden paler, and for an instant she stood still as if robbed of understanding.

Then she came forward with hands outheld.
"Said I not that you were good and generous?
Said I not that you could be noble, Monsieur ?" she cried, as she caught his resisting hand and sought to carry it to her lips.