"You've been busy, too--falling in love with Diana Forrest.") "It hasn't been announced yet, but I thought as an old friend you might have been told.

I believe Mademoiselle wants to surprise everybody when the right time comes--if the poor girl isn't ruined irretrievably in this affair of ours." "Is there really serious danger of that ?" "The most serious.

If you can't save her, not only will the _Entente Cordiale_ be shaken to its foundations (and I say nothing of my own reputation, which is at stake), but her future happiness will be broken in the crash, and--she says--she will not live to suffer the agony of her loss.

She will kill herself if disaster comes; and though suicide is usually the last resource of a coward, Mademoiselle de Renzie is no coward, and I'm inclined to think I should come to the same resolve in her place." "Tell me what I am to do," said Ivor, evidently moved by the Foreign Secretary's strange words, and his intense earnestness.
"You will go to Paris by the first train to-morrow morning, without mentioning your intention to anyone; you will drive at once to some hotel where you have never stayed and are not known.

I will find means of informing the lady what hotel you choose.