She did not answer, only sat and shivered, her head in her arms.
“You!” I said again. “It was you who saved me?”
She raised her head and looked at me.
“I saw—that—he—was choking—you,” she gasped. “God—guided my hand—to the knife;” and she held it up and looked at it with a kind of horror.
I caught the hand and drew it to my lips.
“Mademoiselle,” I said hoarsely, “I loved you before—I reverence you now. But where is the other? I thought there were two of them.”
“There were,” she answered. “The other tried to stab you, but you struck him and he fled.”
I started up in alarm.
“Then must we flee too, and instantly,” I cried. “He will return and bring others with him. Come;” and I raised her to her feet.
“But are you strong enough?” she asked.