"I regret that I must leave you in the dark, Paul."
"But you said that you knew something of her history; and you can not know that without knowing her name."
Victor remained silent.
"Somehow," went on the Chevalier, "that grey mask continually intrudes into my dreams."
"That is because you have been ill, Paul."
"Is she some prince's light-o'-love?"
"She is no man's light-o'-love. Do not question me further. I may tell you nothing. She is a fugitive from the equivocal justice of France."
"Politics?"
"Politics."
"She comes from a good family?"