"Jean--I'm ready to fight now! I feel like a rat must feel when it's cornered.

I've got to jump pretty soon--in some direction--or I'll bust.

It's impossible--" Jean's hand fell softly upon his arm.
"M'sieur, you would cut off this right arm if it would give you Josephine ?" "I'd cut off my head!" exploded Philip.
"Do you remember that it was only a few hours ago that I said she could never be yours in this world ?" Croisset reminded him, in the same quiet voice.

"And now, when even I say there is hope, can you not make me have the confidence in you that I must have--if we win ?" Philip's face relaxed.

In silence he gripped Jean's hand.
"And what I am going to tell you--a thing which Josephine would not say if she were here, is this, M'sieur," went on Jean.