At any rate, we have prepared for everything." Pierre muttered something to himself.
"What do you say, Pierre ?" "I was only saying, master, that I should feel pretty confident of our getting away, were there only our two selves to think of.

What with our disguises, and what with your honour's strong arm--and what I can do to back you--and what with our being on our guard, it would be hard if we did not make our way safe off.

But I foresee that, should there be trouble, it is not of your own safety you will be thinking." "Mademoiselle de Valecourt is engaged to the Sieur de Pascal," Philip said gravely.
"So I heard, from one of the count's lackeys; but there is many a slip between the cup and the lip, and in such days as these there is many an engagement that never becomes a marriage.

I guessed how it would be, that night after you had saved Mademoiselle Claire's life; and I thought so, still more, when we were staying at Valecourt." "Then your thoughts ran too fast, Pierre.

Mademoiselle de Valecourt is a great heiress; and the count should, of course, give her in marriage to one of his own rank." Pierre shrugged his shoulders almost imperceptibly.
"Your honour is doubtless right," he said humbly; "and therefore, seeing that she has her father and Monsieur de Pascal to protect her, we need not trouble more about those articles of attire stowed away on the roof above; but shall be able to concern ourselves solely with our own safety, which puts a much better complexion on the affair." "The whole matter is ridiculous, Pierre," Philip said angrily, "and I am a fool to have listened to you.