"I feel quite well." She looked up at him out of her honest grey eyes. "It is the happiest morning of my life," she said in a low voice.
"Why?"
"For two reasons: I am to remain with you, that is one reason; I have lived to see what I am looking at yonder, that is the other reason."
"You have lived to help what is going on yonder," remarked Halkett.
She turned, the question in her eyes; and he answered seriously:
"We British are your allies, now."
"Since when, Monsieur?"
"Since yesterday. So what you did for me when you saved my papers, you did for a friend to France."
Her sudden emotion left her silent; she bent her head and looked down at her knitting, and leisurely resumed it, sitting so, her legs hanging down from the wall, the sun striking her silver shoe buckles.
"Do you hear, Philippa?" asked Warner, smiling. "You have added reason to be proud of the wound on your lip."