"I don't deserve it, Philip." For a moment he pressed her hand, his face telling her more than he could trust his lips to speak.

Jean heard him turn the key in the lock, and he turned quickly.
"I have thought it would be better for you to go out by the window, M'sieur." "You are right," agreed Philip, relocking the door.
Jean raised the window.

As Philip dropped himself outside the half-breed said: "Go no farther than the edge of the forest, M'sieur.

We will turn the light low and draw the curtain.

When the curtain is raised again return to us as quickly as you can.