I beg you to help me." In answer Michel took his hat down from a peg, and while he did so Chayne turned quickly to his wife.

She had risen from her chair, but she had not interrupted him, she had asked no questions, she had uttered no prayer.
She stood now, waiting upon him with a quiet and beautiful confidence which deeply stirred his heart.
"Thank you, sweetheart!" he said, quietly.

"You can trust.

I thank you," and he added, gravely: "Whatever happens--you and I--there is no altering that." Michel opened the door.
"I will walk with you into Chamonix, and I will bring the best guides I can find to your hotel." They passed out, and crossed the fields quickly to Chamonix.
"Do you go to your hotel, monsieur," said Revailloud, "and leave the choice to me.

I must go about it quietly.