“Are you contented?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“I, too,” she said, sweetly, and offered her hands.
I held them very tightly. “You say,” I whispered, 375 “that it is not—love. But you do not speak for me. I love you.”
A bright blush spread over brow and neck.
“So—it was love—after all,” she said, under her breath. “God be with us to-day—I love you.”
“March!” cried Mornac, as two soldiers took station beside me.
“I beg you will be gentle with this lady,” I said, angrily, as two more soldiers pushed up beside the young Countess and laid their hands on her shoulders.
“Who the devil are you giving orders to?” shouted Mornac, savagely. “March!”
Speed passed out first; I followed; the Countess came behind me.