She traced the figures on her gown with the tips of her fingers, and for
awhile was silent--

"It's all so involved," she reflected; "such wheels within wheels, I am
completely mystified. I'm lost in the maze. I don't know whom to believe
nor whom to trust--except," and suddenly she smiled at him confidently,
"that I trust you."

He held her eyes with his own as he leaned forward across the table and
answered very quietly:

"I shall try, dear lady, to be worthy."

"And now," she laughed, "may I tell you what happened to me when you
were called to the telephone?"

"You may talk to me forever," he replied.

"And what as to the French Ambassador?" she asked.

"Bother the Marquis--he may wait until morning."

"Tomorrow, then, is beyond the forever?"

"Tomorrow may take care of itself!"

"Don't be sacrilegious, sir."

"I'll be anything you wish," he replied.