"Very serious, Guy. Do you not see that the sooner it is all over—the better—the safer—up there?"
She pointed towards the house. I could have struck the white fingers with their loathsome meaning.
"I shall take this packet to Lord Chelsford," I said. "I am down here as a spy—a spy upon spies. He is up at the house now, and to-morrow this packet will be in his hands. I shall tell him how I secured it. I think that after that you will not have many opportunities for plying your cursed trade."
"You know the consequences?"
"They are not my concern," I answered coldly.
She looked over her shoulder.
"If I," she said, "were as unwavering in my duty as you I should call
Jean back."
"I am indifferent," I answered. "I do not value my life enough to shrink from fighting for it."
She turned away.
"You are very young, Guy," she said, "and you talk like a very young man. You must go your own way. Send for Lord Chelsford, if you will. But remember all that it will mean. Can't you see that such stern morality as yours is the most exquisite form of selfishness? Good-bye, Guy."