But, still looking at her, I lifted her hands tightly imprisoned between my own, and touched them lightly with my lips.
"Oh," she said faintly, and I felt her sudden impulsive clasp.
"You are fine, Michael," she whispered. "I ask nothing in the way of help, only that you give me my chance in this affair."
"Take it," said I. "There are those imbecile kings! Raise the devil with them if you like. And if you need help——"
"Michael!"
"—You know where to look for it," I ended. "But for goodness' sake be careful, Thusis. Not that I care about myself. The chances are that I'll enlist anyway. But they'd intern you here in Switzerland if they catch you at anything militant. And that would worry me half to death."
"Would it?"
In her laughing voice there was the vaguest hint of a softness I had never heard there.
"Yes, it would." I drew her a little toward me, but she turned grave, immediately, and we stood so in silence while her gray eyes regarded me.
Then she gently disengaged herself.