"This is my advice: don't think of her after to-night. If you ever see or recognize her, avoid her. It may sound theatrical, but she is the innocent cause of two deaths. These men sought her openly, too."
"What has she done?"
"She made a great, though common, mistake."
"Political?"
Her lips closed firmly, but a smile lurked in the corners.
He sighed.
"Don't be foolish. I am sorry I let you see the letter. I forgot that she told me her hiding-place."
"Her hiding-place?"
"Mr. Hillard, she is as far removed from your orbit as Mars' is from Jupiter's. Forget her."
"My orbit is not limited. I shall seek her; when I find her I shall ... marry her."