"I don't wish you to take the risk of travelling with me."
"What risk? The worst that could happen to you would be your arrest and detention. If you are not a spy, you can not be proven one."
Her blue eyes gazed absently out across the sunny landscape through which they were speeding.
"You are not a spy," he replied; "what risk do you run—or I?"
She said, still gazing into the sunlit distance: "What is done to spies—if they are caught?"
"It usually means death, Miss Girard."
"I have—" she swallowed, caught her breath, breathed deeply; then—"I have heard so.... It is possible that I might be suspected and detained.... I had rather you did not attempt to go with me.... Because—I do not wish you to get into any difficulty—on my—account."
"Nothing serious could happen to either you or me through anything that you have done."
"I am not sure."
"I am," he said. And added in a lower voice: "It is very generous of you—very kind."