"Come, Jeanne. Will you show us the way, monsieur?"
Lafayette went to the door, and Jeanne crossed the room to Barrington.
"I have no words to thank you," she said. "For what I did at Beauvais I humbly ask your pardon."
"I am always at your service, mademoiselle. Please believe this and use me in your need."
She was gone, and Barrington was alone, staring at the doorway through which she had passed. A tangle of thoughts was in his brain, one loose end uppermost. He had not moved when Lafayette returned.
"Is that man honest?" asked Barrington. It was the loose end in the tangle which prompted the question.
"Yes, surely. She is the woman he loves."
"Only God knows the villainy of some men."
Lafayette laid his hand on his arm.
"Friend Richard, can it be that he is not the only man who loves her?"