"He ought to go back himself," said Margaret, with conviction. "He 's wasted here."
"Will you see him before you go?" asked Paul.
"No," said Margaret. "No; I daren't. Tell him, Paul, please, that I 'd like to see him ever so much, but that it 's too dangerous. Say I wish him well with all my heart, and that I hope most earnestly that he won't let himself be caught."
"He won't," said Paul, with confidence. "But I 'll tell him."
"And say," continued Margaret—"say he 's not to feel sorry about what has happened to me. Tell him I 'm still proud that I was his friend, and that all this row is worth it. Can you remember all that?"
Paul nodded. "I can remember," he assured her. "It is—it is so fine to hear, for me, too. I won't forget anything."
"Please don't, if you can help it. I want him to have that message," said Margaret. "And now, Paul, I 'll have to say good-by to you, because I shan't come here again."
Paul stood upright as she rose. His slow smile was very friendly.
"It doesn't matter," he said. "You are going to London, and soon I shall see you there."
"I wonder," she said, giving him her hand. "I 'll write you my address and send it you before I leave, Paul."