"What is it, _mon petit_? There must be something wrong. Has
Sobrenski--?"
"No, no, he has done nothing. It's just that I don't want you to be up
here too long to-night. I want you to do something for me. Will you,
Vardri?"
"Do you think you'll need to ask me twice to do anything for you, dear?"
He stood with his hands on her shoulders, his dark eyes gazing down at
her hungrily. "Did you think I was never coming? I stayed behind on
purpose. I felt that Sobrenski intended to prevent our talking
together." Arithelli snatched eagerly at his words. They had given
her the clue she wanted.
"Yes, that's it. It's dangerous for me if we are seen often together.
I've done something so mad and foolish, Vardri, you must help me to put
it right,--you _can_. Those letters you have written me saying all
sorts of things against the Cause,--I left a piece of one about
somewhere,--I don't know where,--and Sobrenski found it. He has just
told me that in about half an hour's time before all the rest of them
leave, he is going to send on one of the men in advance.
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