"With Armand?. . .But you will run no danger?""Danger? I?. . .Nay, Madame, your solicitude does me honour.
As you say, I have some influence; my intention is to exert it before it be too late.""Will you allow me to thank you at least?""Nay, Madame," he said coldly, "there is no need for that. My life is at your service, and I am already more than repaid.""And mine will be at yours, Sir Percy, if you will but accept it, in exchange for what you do for Armand," she said, as, impulsively, she stretched out both her hands to him. "There! I will not detain you. . .my thoughts go with you. . .Farewell!. . ."How lovely she looked in this morning sunlight, with her ardent hair streaming around her shoulders. He bowed very low and kissed her hand; she felt the burning kiss and her heart thrilled with joy and hope.
"You will come back?" she said tenderly.
"Very soon!" he replied, looking longingly into her blue eyes.
"Any. . .you will remember?. . ." she asked as her eyes, in response to his look, gave him an infinity of promise.