She would share neither treasure with that nameless leader who held Armand's allegiance.
"It is only for a little while, sweetheart," he reiterated again and again.

"I could not, anyhow, leave Paris whilst I feel that you are here, maybe in danger.

The thought would be horrible.

I should go mad if I had to leave you." Then he talked again of England, of his life there, of the happiness and peace that were in store for them both.
"We will go to England together," he whispered, "and there we will be happy together, you and I.We will have a tiny house among the Kentish hills, and its walls will be covered with honeysuckle and roses.

At the back of the house there will be an orchard, and in May, when the fruit-blossom is fading and soft spring breezes blow among the trees, showers of sweet-scented petals will envelop us as we walk along, falling on us like fragrant snow.