I was impressed by her coolness.
"Let me see if you comprehend the matter," I demanded.
"Perfectly. The arrest will be used to-night, the guillotine to-morrow."
"You will take immediate measures for flight?"
"No,—I do not see that life has value. I shall be the debtor of him who takes it."
"A large debt. Delphine, I exact a promise of you. I do not care to have endangered myself for nothing. It is not worth while to make your mother unhappy. Life is not yours to throw away. I appeal to your magnanimity."
"'Affections, sentiments, sensations!'" she quoted. "Your own danger for the affection,—it is an affair of the heart! Mme. de St. Cyr's unhappiness,—there is the sentiment. You are angry, Monsieur,—that must be the sensation."
"Delphine, I am waiting."
"Ah, well. You have mentioned Vienna, and why? Liberals are countenanced there?"
"Not in the least. But Madame l'Ambassadrice will be countenanced."