"And the rest of the acts of Isabel and all that she did," began Tony; then he broke off with a laugh. "What was it our squint-eyed friend was actually saying to you?" he asked.
"It wasn't so much what he said," answered Isabel; "it was what he said it in. He spoke to me in Livadian."
Tony nodded composedly. "I thought so," he observed.
"He said: 'Don't be frightened, Madam; we are your friends.' At least I think it was that. I was too upset to listen to him properly; and the next moment you came." She drew in a long breath. "Oh, I was pleased," she added simply.
"So was I," said Tony, "and so was Bugg. In fact I think we were all pleased except your friends." He paused. "Are you quite sure you hadn't seen either of them before?"
Isabel nodded. "Quite," she said. "I never forget faces; especially faces like that."
"They are the sort that would linger in one's memory," said Tony. He got up from the seat and stood for a moment with his hands in his side-pockets looking thoughtfully down at Isabel.
"Now you know everything," she began hesitatingly. "Are you—are you still certain you wouldn't like me to go away?"
"Go away!" repeated Tony. "My incomparable cousin, what are you talking about?"
"But just think," she pleaded. "It may mean all sorts of trouble. I don't know who those two men are or what they want, but I've got a sort of horrible feeling they will find me out again somehow. And then there's my uncle and Da Freitas." She gave a little shiver. "Oh, you don't know Da Freitas as I do. There's nothing he will stop at to get me back—absolutely nothing."