“I'm afraid it's dangerous now,” he answered. “One mustn't have a whim, other than to extinguish the enemy. The army is afraid of itself. All day—”
Though he checked himself, she knew his thought.
“Yes, all day, they murdered white-browed men in the court below.”
“Berthe—”
“Yes.”
“I want you to guard your life—as if it were mine—just that.”
All surroundings were melting away from them. She had never seen him like this.... Even Samarc could not hear their whispers.
“You came like an angel, Berthe,—all I ever want of an angel. I tell you I am proud.”
“Of what, Peter?”
“That I had sense enough to go a second time to the Square at Warsaw.”