She felt his hand close within her own. "You are come—to say good-bye to me?" he said. "And Mr. Mordaunt—is he here also?"
"He brought me," whispered Chris.
"Ah!" She heard the relief in his voice. "Then—Christine, all is right between you?"
But she was silent, for she could not answer him.
He stirred. He leaned slowly forward. "Tell me," he said, very earnestly, "tell me that all is well between you."
But Chris said no word. She only bowed her head over the hand she held.
There was a brief silence. Bertrand was bending over her. He seemed to be trying to see her face. He moved at last, passed his free arm around her, and spoke. "Mr. Mordaunt—is he here?"
"Yes, I am here." Very steadily came Mordaunt's answer. Mordaunt himself took Max's place beside him.
Bertrand looked up at him. "Monsieur—" he said, and hesitated.
"Ask him what he wants," muttered Max, gripping his brother-in-law's elbow with tense insistence.