"I saw a photograph of you—in . . . in his rooms," she whispered. "And I knew then . . . that whatever happened . . . I could not go."
It was the truth, neither more nor less; the old loyalty and allegiance had called her back—perhaps the old love, who knows?
Chris' arms tightened about her. Three times he had been so near to losing her, twice by death, and once—by something that would have been so infinitely worse!
He drew Marie down to him, and kissed her with passionate thankfulness.
"He saved your life for me—twice!" he said.
It was an all-sufficient answer to any doubt or suspicion that might still linger in his heart.
L'ENVOI
CHRIS took Marie abroad immediately, and for a year they stayed away from England and its many poignant memories.
They wintered in the South of France, and spent the late spring in Switzerland.