“Yes.”
“What will you do? How will you find him?”
“I’ll sit down on the road he must follow,” Potter said. “I’ll blockade his island. He won’t get past me.”
“In the darkness—”
He pointed through the window. The moon had arisen, silver-cold, gleaming with the rays of a frozen fire.
“Potter—”
“Yes.”
“I’m going with you.... That is why I wore these clothes.”
“Nonsense!” he said, sharply.
“I’ve got to buy myself free,” she said, intensely. “Can’t you understand?... I’ve done wrong.... I was almost a traitor to my country—that I loved. I knew, and I was afraid to tell. I knew her enemies and her traitors—and I knew what they were attempting to do—but I was afraid to tell.... But I did tell, when it was almost too late.... I’m guilty, Potter. It will be with me always, accusing me, if you don’t let me go.... You must see.... There’ll be danger to-night. I must be in danger. I must risk something, everything. I must show that I am willing to die for my country.... Don’t you understand now? I must be willing to offer myself—and I must offer myself.... It’s a ransom.... Then I can come back—if I do come back—and go away and have peace.”