of considerable consequence—nobody less, in fact, than Monsieur Ducroy."
"And who is that?"
"The present Minister of War. … We haven't as yet the pleasure of each other's acquaintance; still, I think he won't be sorry to see me. … In brief, I mean to make him a present of the Huysman plans and bargain for our safe-conduct from France."
Impulsively she offered her hand and, when he, surprised, somewhat diffidently took it, "Be careful!" she whispered brokenly, her pale sweet face upturned to his. "Oh, do be careful! I am afraid for you. …"
And for a little the temptation to take her in his arms was stronger than any he had ever known. …
But remembering his stipulated year of probation, he released her hand with an incoherent mumble, turned, and disappeared in the direction of the house.
