“I have reason to believe he will,” said Madame la Vicomtesse.
“Faith,” cried Nick, “he would not be flesh and blood if he didn't.”
At that the Vicomtesse laughed, and her eye rested judicially on me. I was standing rather glumly, I fear, in the corner.
“Are you going to take him with you?” said Nick.
“I was thinking of it,” said the Vicomtesse. “Mr. Ritchie knows you, and he is such a reliable and reputable person.”
Nick bowed.
“You should have seen him marching in a Jacobin procession, Madame,” he said.
“He follows his friends into strange places,” she retorted. “And now, Mr. Temple,” she added, “may we trust you to stay here with Lamarque until you have word from us?”
“You know I cannot stay here,” he cried.
“And why not, Monsieur?”