"I am needed at Aix.

We will make a formal application for the prisoners." He was kneeling by Celia's side and awkwardly dabbing her forehead with a wet handkerchief.

He raised a warning hand.

Celia Harland moved and opened her eyes.

She sat up on the sofa, shivering, and looked with dazed and wondering eyes from one to another of the strangers who surrounded her.
She searched in vain for a familiar face.
"You are amongst good friends.Mlle.