"Where to, Sir?" repeated the coachman.
"Home," said Savrola desperately.
The carriage started, passed through the cheering crowds, and out into the less frequented parts of the city.
CHAPTER XI.
IN THE WATCHES OF THE NIGHT.
Lucile lay back in the cushions of the brougham with a feeling of intense relief. He had saved her. An emotion of gratitude filled her mind, and on the impulse of the moment she took his hand and pressed it. It was the third time in their renewed acquaintance that their hands had met, and each time the significance had been different.
Savrola smiled. "It was most imprudent of your Excellency to venture into a crowd like that. Luckily I thought of an expedient in time. I trust you were not hurt in the throng?"
"No," said Lucile; "a man struck me with his elbow and I screamed. I should never have come."
"It was dangerous."