“Absolutely destroyed,” she assured him with a smile. “Some day I hope I’ll find courage to ask you whether you thought them becoming.”
“Some day,” he retorted, a little grimly, “I am going to have a very serious talk with you, Miss Abbeway.”
“Shall you be very stern?”
He made no response to her lighter mood. The appeal in her eyes left him colder than ever.
“I wish to save your life,” he declared, “and I mean to do it. At the same time, I cannot forget your crime or my complicity in it.”
“If you feel like that, then,” she said a little defiantly, “tell the truth. I knew the risk I was running. I am not afraid, even now. You can give me back those papers, if you like. I can assure you that the person on whom they are found will undoubtedly be shot.”
“Then I shall certainly retain possession of them,” he decided.
“You are very chivalrous, sir,” she ventured, smiling.
“I happen to be only selfish,” Julian replied. “I even despise myself for what I am doing. I am turning traitor myself, simply because I could not bear the thought of what might happen to you if you were discovered.”
“You like me, then, a little, Mr. Orden?” she asked.