"Well then, by all means, let us go and save their lives," said de Lussac.
"One of them," said his companion, as she led him towards the small drawing-room, "is a well-known literary woman, another is a celebrated public speaker, and the other" ...
"Oh, please," exclaimed de Lussac, "can't you introduce me to some pretty woman who has never done anything at all?"
A servant, who had just come upstairs, announced in a loud voice, "His Excellency General Sabaroff."
The name passed from mouth to mouth, and there was a general lull in the conversation; the crowd surged towards the door, and with frantic cranings of the neck endeavoured to get a glimpse of the new arrival.
Dora had recognised him at once. He had not changed. Sabaroff, on his side, as soon as he caught sight of Dora at the top of the staircase, had exclaimed inwardly, "It is she after all; I was told right—it is my lovely English girl of Monte Carlo."
Not a look nor a movement of Sabaroff or of Dora had escaped Philip: "It is the same man," he said to himself—"they recognise each other."
He moved towards the General.
"Your Excellency is very good to have come," he said.
And, leading him to where Dora was standing, he went through with an introduction.