"Then, may I drive her over after dinner?"
"Yes," replied the other, indifferently.
Jack started towards the stairs, hesitated, and turned around.
"Your inventions are not safe, of course, if the German army comes. Do you need my help?"
"My inventions are my own affair," said the marquis, angrily.
Jack flushed scarlet, swung on his heels, and marched out of the room and down the stairs. On the lower steps he met Lorraine's maid, and told her briefly to pack her mistress's trunks for a visit to Morteyn.
Lorraine was waiting for him at the window where he had left her, a scared, uncertain little maid in truth.
"The battle is very near, isn't it?" she asked.
"No, miles away yet."
"Did you speak to papa? Did he send word to me? Does he want me?"