"But this card....

When Guerchard knows ...
when he discovers....

Oh, I can't let you get into trouble for me." "I shan't.

But go--go," said the Duke, and he slipped his right arm round her and drew her to the door.
"Oh, how good you are to me," said Sonia softly.
The Duke's other arm went round her; he drew her to him, and their lips met.
He loosed her, and opened the door, saying loudly: "You're sure you won't have a cab, Mademoiselle Kritchnoff ?" "No; no, thank you, your Grace.

Goodnight," said Sonia.