“Don't move!”
With admirable self-control he obeyed implicitly.
“Who is zere?” he whispered back.
The voice seemed for a moment to hesitate, and then answered—
“Eleanor Maddison!”
He started so audibly that again she breathed peremptorily—
“Hush! Lie still till I come back. You—you don't deserve it, but I want to save you from the disgrace of arrest.”
“Ach, zank you—mine better angel!” he murmured, with a fervor that seemed not unpleasing to his rescuer.
“You really are a nobleman in trouble?”
“I swear I am!”