“You did wrong in urging her to fly,” I answered.
“I care not. Wrong or no wrong, I will take her,” he cried, passionately. “I tell you, Mr. Donovan, that there is some hideous mystery about this affair, and I will move heaven and earth to save Miss Artois from the machination that is destroying her body and soul.”
“Your devotion, your chivalry do you infinite credit,” I replied. “Miss Artois shall be saved if it is possible to save her, but, believe me, she cannot be saved by flight. She must remain here subject to the law. To defy the law will be a fatal mistake.”
Although he did not seem to be quite convinced of the soundness of my advice, he promised to be entirely guided by me, and in a little while he took his departure, and then I sat down to reflect and ponder, and endeavour to
