But you will go to Spain.

There's a friend's hand in warrant of the wish." She held out a hand which clasped his firmly without so much as a tremor.
"Good-night, my friend," said she.

"Speak those same words to me, and no word more.

I am tired with the day's doings.

I have need of sleep, oh, great need of it!" The Chevalier read plainly the overwhelming strain her counterfeit of friendliness put upon her.