"Get in!" he said.
She obeyed, sinking down with a vague thankfulness, conscious of great weakness.
But as he cranked the engine and she felt the throb of movement, she sat up quickly.
"Charles, what am I doing? Where are you taking me?"
He came round to her and his hands clasped hers for a moment in a grip that was warm and close. He did not speak at once.
Then, lightly, "I don't know what you'll do afterwards, ma Juliette," he said. "But you are coming with me now!"
She caught her breath as if she would utter some protest, but something checked her—perhaps it was the memory of Dick's face as she had last seen it, stony, grimly averted, uncompromisingly stern. She gripped his hands in answer, but she did not speak a word.
And so they sped away together into the dark.