The Seigneur was in danger of becoming prejudiced by his sentiments.
A wave of feeling passed over Charley, a rushing wave of sympathy for this simple girl, who, out of a blind confidence, risked so much for him.

Risk there certainly was, if she--if she cared for him.

It was cruelty not to reassure her.
Touching his breast, he said gravely: "By this sign here, I am not guilty of the crime for which they come to seek me, Rosalie.

Nor of any other crime for which the law might punish me--dear, noble friend." He did so little to get such rich return.

Her eyes leaped up to brighter degrees of light, her face shone with a joy it had never reflected before, her blood rushed to her finger-tips.