“Duty is best, is it not?” she repeated.
“It is the only thing,” he answered.
Deulin was the first to speak. He had strong views upon last words and partings. The mere thought of such things made him suddenly energetic and active. He turned to Wanda with his watch in his hand.
“Your mind is made up?” he asked. “You go to-night?”
“Yes.”
“Then I must go at once to see to your passport and make arrangements for the journey. I take you as far as Alexandrowo. I cannot take you across the frontier, you understand?”
He turned to Cartoner.
“And you? When do you go to Spain?”
“To-night,” was the answer.
“Then good-bye.” The Frenchman held out his hand, and in a moment was at the door. Lady Orlay followed him out of the room and closed the door behind her. She followed him down-stairs. In the hall they stood and looked at each other in silence. There were tears in the woman's eyes. But Deulin's smile was sadder.