To show to my friends, you know, when I tell them how near you were to being shot." Without a word he gave her the bullet that had dropped at his feet on that first day at the chateau.
"Thank you.

Oh, isn't it a horrid thing! Just to think, it might have struck you!" She shuddered.
He was about to answer in his delirium when a sharp turn in the road brought them in view of the chateau.

Not a hundred yards ahead of them two persons were riding slowly, unattended, very much occupied in themselves.

Their backs were toward Chase and the Princess, but it was an easy matter to recognise them.

The glance which shot from the Princess to Chase found a peculiar smile disappearing from his lips.
"I know what you are thinking," she cried impulsively "You are wrong--very wrong, Mr.Chase.Lady Deppingham is a born coquette--a born trifler.