"Vicot shall have no share in his life at all?"
"No share."
"And you will never mention what he has done—in Paris—with me?"
"Never."
There was silence between them for a moment, a silence pricked only by the strokes of midnight.
"As you said, fair exchange is no robbery," suggested Radwalader.
"If I agree?—"
"You have my word. Honour among thieves!"
"Soit!" said Mirabelle. "God help me—have your way!"
For an instant she stood motionless, and then, with an imperious gesture, commanded his service as if she had been the empress she appeared, and he the lackey.