His great soul was above the suspicion of presumption. She looked up at him, smiled quickly, and impulsively held out her hand. "We are on opposite sides, but we will fight under the rules of war. I hope we shall remain friends even though——"
"We are officially enemies," said Savrola, completing the sentence, and taking her hand in his he bowed and kissed it. After that they were both very silent, and walking along the terrace re-entered the palace. Most of the guests had already gone, and Savrola did not ascend the stairs, but passing through the swing-doors took his departure. Lucile walked up to the ball-room in which a few youthful and indefatigable couples were still circling. Molara met her. "My dear," he said, "where have you been all this time?"
"In the garden," she replied.
"With Savrola?"
"Yes."
The President repressed a feeling of satisfaction. "Did he tell you anything?" he asked.
"Nothing," she answered, remembering for the first time the object with which she had sought the interview; "I must see him again."
"You will continue to try and find out his political intentions?" inquired Molara anxiously.
"I shall see him again," she replied.
"I trust to your wit," said the President; "you can do it, if anyone can, my dearest."