"Well," said he, leaning toward him with a little gesture, "to me the word of a gentleman is sacred. I know you are both gentlemen. I ask for your word of honor."
"To what effect?" the general queried.
"That you will put us safely on British soil within a day after the ladies have arrived," said he.
"It is irregular and a matter of some difficulty," said the general. "Whom would you send with such a message?"
"Well, I should say some Frenchwoman could do it. There must be one here who is clever enough."
"I know the very one," said I, with enthusiasm. "She is as smart and cunning as they make them."
"Very well," said the general; "that is but one step. Who is to capture them and take the risk of their own heads?"
"D'ri and I could do it alone," was my confident answer.
"Ah, well," said his Lordship, as he rose languidly and stood with his back to the fire, "I shall send them where the coast is clear—my word for that. Hang me if I fail to protect them."
"I do not wish to question your honor," said the general, "or violate in any way this atmosphere of fine courtesy; but, sir, I do not know you."