“M. Champcey will save him, madam.”
Daniel had risen, deeply moved, and now asked,—
“What am I to do?”
“You must call on the Countess Sarah, and look as if you had forgotten all that has happened,—as far as she is concerned, Miss Henrietta.”
The young officer blushed all over, and stammered painfully,—
“Ah, I cannot play that part! I would not be able.”
But Henrietta stopped him. Laying her hand on his shoulder, and looking deep into the eyes of her betrothed, as if to search the very depths of his conscience, she said,—
“Have you reasons for hesitating?”
He hung his head, and said,—
“I shall go.”