"No; it's Lupin that's dead," said Sonia softly.
"Lupin?" he said, surprised.
"Yes," said Sonia firmly.
"It would be a terrible loss, you know—a loss for France," said Lupin gravely.
"Never mind," said Sonia.
"Oh, I must be in love with you!" said Lupin, in a wondering tone; and he put his arm round her and kissed her violently.
"And you won't steal any more?" said Sonia, holding him back with both hands on his shoulders, looking into his eyes.
"I shouldn't dream of such a thing," said Lupin. "You are here. Guerchard is in the lift. What more could I possibly desire?" His voice softened and grew infinitely caressing as he went on: "Yet when you are at my side I shall always have the soul of a lover and the soul of a thief. I long to steal your kisses, your thoughts, the whole of your heart. Ah, Sonia, if you want me to steal nothing else, you have only to stay by my side."
Their lips met in a long kiss.
Sonia drew herself out of his arms and cried, "But we're wasting time! We must make haste! We must fly!"
