“Yes,” she said, softly, “I must go to him myself. It is a very terrible resolve.”
The Dominé smiled, with a tear in his eye.
“‘It is ever from the greatest hazards,’” he quoted, “‘that the greatest honors are gained.’ Pericles said that. It is a good motto for this day.”
Ursula went straight to the study, where Otto was tramping up and down. His face brightened as he saw her enter.
“Are you bringing me the answer yourself?” he asked, coming forward with outstretched hands.
“You saved my life,” she replied, simply. “It is yours.”
“Josine,” said the Dominé, “are you well enough to listen to me for a moment?” He spoke with unmistakable impatience, eying the limp bundle on the sofa.
“Roderigue, how can you be so unkind?” came the plaintive answer. “After the terrible escape our dear Ursula has had, my weak nerves are still naturally unstrung. I cannot bear to think of it. All night I seemed rushing through space with her and—him. What must he not have suffered?”