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Haven't you yet begun to realise that Maritas is a hotbed of scoundrels the very scum and rabble of creation blackguards whom their own countries have, for the most part, refused to tolerate some of them half-breeds, all of them savages? Haven't you yet begun to ask yourself what you may expect from these devils when they take the law into their own hands?
Her wound healed rapidly, so rapidly that Pierre soon ceased to treat it, but it took much longer for her to recover from the effects of that terrible night at Maritas. The horror of it was with her night and day. Pierre's treatment of her never varied. He saw to her comfort with unfailing vigilance and consideration, but he never attempted to obtrude himself upon her.
When she was alone, when his departing footsteps had ceased to echo along the corridor without, Mademoiselle Stephanie drew a long, quivering breath and moved to a chair by the window. She sank into it with the abandonment of a woman at the end of her strength, and sat passive with closed eyes. For three years now she had lived in this turbulent island of Maritas.
The revolutionists have looked to you to lead them as long as I have known Maritas." "That may be, mademoiselle," he sternly responded. "But it is possible, is it not, that they may look in vain?" Again swiftly her glance flashed upwards. "Is it possible?" she breathed. He did not deign to answer. "I have not come to discuss my position," he said curtly, "but yours.
"I did not think you would leave Maritas so soon," she murmured. "Why not, mademoiselle?" His voice suddenly rang hard; it almost held a threat. She had withdrawn herself from him, but she was hardly capable of standing alone. She leaned secretly against the chair from which she had just risen. "Because," she made answer, still desperately facing him, "I thought that Maritas wanted you."
"Meaning," she answered him quickly and passionately, "that revolutionist as you have been, tyrant as you are, you have managed somehow to bind me to you. Oh, I was a fool a fool not to marry you long ago at Maritas even though I hated you. I might have known that you would conquer me in the end."
There is a way out only one way, mademoiselle and if you are wise you will take it, without delay. There is only one man in Maritas who can save you. So far as I know, there is only one man willing to attempt it. That man holds you already in the hollow of his hand. You will be wise to make terms with him while you can." His tone was curiously calm, almost cynical.
"With no object, mademoiselle," he rejoined, "except to keep out of reach of our enemies." "You have left Maritas for good?" she asked. He uttered a short laugh. "Certainly. I have nothing to go back for." "And you are indifferent," she questioned, with slight hesitation, "as to the direction you take?" "No, I am not indifferent," he answered curtly. She was silent.
"With one exception," he answered quietly. "I will not take you back to Maritas." She shivered. "Then where, monsieur?" His expression changed slightly. She had a momentary glimpse of the arrogance she dreaded. "The world is wide," he said. "And there is plenty of time before us. We need not decide to-night." She trembled more at the tone than the words.
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