She is in comparative safety; the people in the Rue de Charonne are friendly for the moment; but for how long?
Who knows?
I must look after her of course.

And Armand! Poor old Armand! The lion's jaws have snapped over him, and they hold him tight.

Chauvelin and his gang are using him as a decoy to trap me, of course.

All that had not happened if Armand had trusted me." He sighed a quick sigh of impatience, almost of regret.

Ffoulkes was the one man who could guess the bitter disappointment that this had meant.
Percy had longed to be back in England soon, back to Marguerite, to a few days of unalloyed happiness and a few days of peace.
Now Armand's actions had retarded all that; they were a deliberate bar to the future as it had been mapped out by a man who foresaw everything, who was prepared for every eventuality.
In this case, too, he had been prepared, but not for the want of trust which had brought on disobedience akin to disloyalty.