"I shall tell him," she replied.
Savrola laughed softly. "Oh no," he said, "that would not be fair."
"All's fair in love and war."
"And this——?"
"Is both," she said, and then burst into tears.
After that they went down-stairs. Savrola helped her into the carriage. "Good-night," he said, though it was already morning, "and good-bye."
But Lucile, not knowing what to say or think or do, continued to cry inconsolably and the carriage drove away. Savrola closed the door and returned to his room. He did not feel his secret was in any danger.