CHAPTER XVI
They sat there, these two, hand locked in hand, saying little, satisfied now to be with each other and their new-found love. The time flew by far too fast, till at last Sir Charles, with a half-laugh, suggested:
"Do you know, dearest Countess--"
She corrected him in a soft, low voice.
"My name is Sabine--Charles."
"Sabine, darling. It is very prosaic of me, perhaps, but do you know that I am nearly starved? I came on here at once. I have had no breakfast."
"Nor have I," she answered, smiling. "I was thinking of it when--when you appeared like a whirlwind, and since then, events have moved so fast."
"Are you sorry, Sabine? Would you rather go back to--to--before?" She made a pretty gesture of closing his traitor lips with her small hand.
"Not for worlds. But you soldiers
