“You are ready of course, monsieur,” she said quickly.
But I had made up my mind. Her fear of “something happening” had given me a cue.
“I am not going, mademoiselle, without the papers.”
“You will go, monsieur,” she replied, her face setting.
“Then I take the papers with me, mademoiselle.”
“On the contrary, monsieur, you will go without them.”
“We shall see;” and I sat down with an intentional deliberation.
“I have pledged myself for your personal safety. You must go.”
The purpose in her voice strengthened with every sentence.
“I will trust to my own right arm, mademoiselle. Without those papers, I do not leave the house, come what may.”