"You may be sure of that. Partow cannot refuse," said Lanstron, deeply affected. After a pause he added: "But I must tell you, Gustave, that Miss Galland, though she is willing that you remain as a gardener, has not yet consented to our plan. She will make no decision until war comes. Perhaps she will refuse. It is only fair that you should know this."
For an instant Feller was downcast; then confidence returned at high pitch.
"Trust me!" he said. "I shall persuade her!"
"I hope you can. It is a chance that might turn the scales of victory—a chance that hangs in my mind stubbornly, as if there were some fate in it. Luck, old boy!"
"Luck to you, Lanny! Luck and promotion!"
They threw their arms about each other in a vigorous embrace.
"And you will keep watch that Mrs. Galland and Marta are in no danger?"
"Trust me for that, too!"
"Then, good-by till I hear from you over the 'phone or I return to see you after the crisis is over!" concluded Lanstron as he hurried away.