"I would rather walk," she answered. "Do you mind coming this way? I will not take you far."
"I have two whole unoccupied hours," I assured her, "which are very much at your service."
"Where, then," she asked, "is Isobel?"
"Shopping with Tobain," I answered.
"Are you not afraid," she asked with a smile, "to send her out alone with Tobain?"
"Not in the least," I answered. "Monsieur Feurgéres' only friend in Paris was the chief commissioner of police, and he has been good enough to take great interest in us. Isobel is well watched."
"I wonder," she said, after a moment's pause, "whether you have still any faith in me!"
"My dear lady!"
"I wish I could make you believe me. The—her Highness—she prefers us here to call her Madame—has relinquished altogether her designs against you. She desires an alliance."
"Is this," I asked, "an invitation to me to join in the spoils? Am I to become murderer, or poisoner, or abductor, or what?"