“And you told me that I had been a soldier.”
But to this she had nothing to say.
“I am older than you think, Mademoiselle of the Veil. I have been a soldier; I have seen hard service, too. Mine is no cushion sword. Youth? 'Tis a virtue, not a crime; and, besides, it is an excellent disguise.”
For some time she remained pensive.
“You are thinking of something, Mademoiselle.”
“Do you like adventure?”
“I subsist on it.”
“You have been a soldier; you are, then, familiar with the use of arms?”
“They tell me so,” modestly. What was coming?
“I have some influence. May I trust you?”