do not understand," she murmured.
"Yet it is so simple," he replied, "did you not ask me awhile ago if nothing could be done ?" "Who ...

who are you ?" she whispered, and then repeated once again: "Who are you ?" "I am His Royal Highness, Prince Amede d'Orleans," said Sir Marmaduke de Chavasse lightly, "the kinsman of His Majesty, King Louis of France, the mysterious foreigner who works for the religious and political freedom of his country, and on whose head _le roi soleil_ hath set a price ...
and who, moreover, hath enflamed the romantic imagination of a beautiful young girl, thus winning her ardent love in the present and in the near future together with her vast fortune and estates." He made a movement as if to remove his perruque but she stopped him with a gesture.

She had understood.

And in the brilliant moonlight a complete revelation of his personality might prove dangerous.

Lady Sue herself might still--for aught they knew--be standing in the dark room behind--unseen yet on the watch.
He seemed vastly amused at her terror, and boldly took the hand with which she had arrested his act of total revelation.
"Nay! do you recognize your humble servant at last, fair Editha ?" he queried.