Blake looked at her keenly.

"I want yours."

"You have them," she said softly. "I haven't forgotten what happened
one evening in London. I wish you a safe journey and every possible
success!"

"Thank you! It will be something to remember that you have wished me
well."

As his eyes rested upon her he forgot that he was a marked man. She
looked very fresh and desirable; there was a hint of regret and pity in
her face and a trace of shyness in her manner.

"I suppose I can't ask you to think of me now and then; it would be too
much," he said, a little bitterly. "But I want you to know that these
few days of your friendship have meant a great deal to me. I wish"--he
hesitated a moment--"that I might have something of yours--some little
memento--to take with me on my trip."

Millicent took a tiny bunch of flowers from the lace at the neck of her
white dress, and handed them to him with a smile.

"Will these do? They won't last very long."

"They will last a long time, well taken care of. When I come back, I
will show them to you."