At last she said suddenly--
'Are you ever grateful, Maud?'
'I hope so, Madame,' I answered.
'And how do you show your gratitude? For instance, would a you do great
deal for a person who would run _risque_ for your sake?'
It struck me all at once that she was sounding me about poor Meg Hawkes,
whose fidelity, notwithstanding the treason or cowardice of her lover, Tom
Brice, I never doubted; and I grew at once wary and reserved.
'I know of no opportunity, thank Heaven, for any such service, Madame. How
can anyone serve me at present, by themselves incurring danger? What do you
mean?'
'Do you like, for example, to go to that French Pension? Would you not like
better some other arrangement?'
'Of course there are other arrangements I should like better; but I see no
use in talking of them; they are not to be,' I answered.
'What other arrangements do you mean, my dear cheaile?' enquired Madame.
'You mean, I suppose, you would like better to go to Lady Knollys?'
'My uncle does not choose it at present; and except with his consent
nothing can be done!'
'He weel never consent, dear cheaile.
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