not know who I am if I told you. Had it not been for that horrid
little man of yours I should have boldly addressed you sooner. I
must leave the train at Le Cateau, for I cannot go on to Quevy or
Mons. It would not be wise for me to leave France at this time. You
do not know me, but I wish to befriend you."

"Befriend me? I am sure one could not ask for a more charming
friend," said he, smiling gallantly, but now evincing a shade of
interest.

"No flattery, Monsieur! It is purely a personal matter with me; this
is by no means a pleasure trip. I am running a great risk, but it is
for my own sake as much as for yours, so do not thank me. I came
from Paris on this train because I could not speak to you at the
Gare du Nord. You were watched too closely."

"Watched? What do you mean?" almost gasped Quentin.

"I can only say that you are in danger and that you have incurred
the displeasure of a man who brooks no interference."

He stared at her for a moment, his mind in a whirl. The thought that
she might be mad grew, but was instantly succeeded by another which
came like a shock.

"Is this man of noble blood?"

"Yes," she almost whispered, turning her eyes away.

"And he means to do me harm?"