There is no occasion yet, believe me, for sorrow or fear....

Another twenty-four hours at most, and you will be on board the 'Day-Dream' outward bound for England.

Sir Percy himself might perhaps accompany you; he does not desire that you should journey to Paris, and I may safely say, that in his mind, he has already accepted certain little conditions which I have been forced to impose upon him ere I sign the order for your absolute release." "Conditions ?" she repeated vaguely and stupidly, looking in bewilderment from one to the other.
"You are tired, m'dear," said Sir Percy quietly, "will you not sit down ?" He held the chair gallantly for her.

She tried to read his face, but could not catch even a flash from beneath the heavy lids which obstinately veiled his eyes.
"Oh! it is a mere matter of exchanging signatures," continued Chauvelin in response to her inquiring glance and toying with the papers which were scattered on the table.

"Here you see is the order to allow Sir Percy Blakeney and his wife, nee Marguerite St.Just, to quit the town of Boulogne unmolested." He held a paper out towards Marguerite, inviting her to look at it.