And I went on: "Is she here ?" "Mme.

and Mlle.

Delhasse are both here, under my escort." "I should like to see Mlle.

Delhasse," I observed.
He answered me in low tones, but with the passion in him closer to the surface now and near on boiling up through the thin film of his self-restraint: "So long as I live, you shall never see her." But I cared not, for my heart leaped in joy at his words.

They meant to me that he dared not let me see her; that, be the meaning of her consent to go with him what it might, yet he dared not match his power over her against mine.