For I found myself placed in a strait so cruel I must suffer either way.

On the one hand, I could not leave my mother; I were a heartless ingrate to do that.

On the other, I could not, without grievous pain, stand still and inactive while Mademoiselle de la Vire, whom I had sworn to protect, and who was now suffering through my laches and mischance, appealed to me for help.

For I could not doubt that this was what the bow of velvet meant; still less that it was intended for me, since few save myself would be likely to recognise it, and she would naturally expect me to make some attempt at pursuit.
And I could not think little of the sign.

Remembering mademoiselle's proud and fearless spirit, and the light in which she had always regarded me, I augured the worst from it.