“And, naturally, you don’t want to die,” answered Pauline. “But, then, neither does Lord Courtenay.”
“So the story this lieutenant tells me is true?” said the Ambassador, looking in perplexity from one to the other.
“Quite true, mon père.”
“Where is the man?” said the Marquis, casting a look around.
“Probably at this moment admiring the Gobelins in the Porphyry Suite, where he must abide till this storm be blown over.”
“You have lodged him in the suite kept only for our illustrious visitors!”
“Well, he’s an illustrious visitor. Comes of one of the oldest families in Europe. Counts the Greek emperors among his ancestors. Can Napoleon say as much?”
“He must be surrendered to Lieutenant Voronetz.”
“He shall not be surrendered,” said Pauline firmly.