the prince's cohorts, the significant friendliness of the duke, the
everlasting fear that a sudden move might catch him unawares began
to tell on his peace of mind. Both he and Turk watched like cats for
the slightest move that might betray the intentions of the foe, but
there was nothing, absolutely nothing. The house in which Courant
found safety was watched, but it gave forth no secrets. The duke's
every movement appeared to be as open, as fair, as unsuspicious as
man's could be, and yet there was ever present the feeling that some
day something would snap and a crisis would rush upon them. Late one
afternoon he drove up to the house in Avenue Louise, and when
Dorothy came downstairs for the drive her face was beaming.

"Ugo comes to-morrow," she said, as they crossed to the carriage.

"Which means that I am to be relegated to the dark," he said,
dolefully.

"Oh, no! Ugo likes you and I like you, you know. Why, are we not to
be the same good friends as now?" she asked, suddenly, with a pretty
show of surprise.

"Oh, I suppose so," he said, looking straight ahead. They were
driving rapidly toward the Bois de la Cambre. "But, of course, I'll
not rob the prince of moments that belong to him by right of
conquest. You may expect to see me driving disconsolately along the
avenue--alone."

"Mr. Savage will be here," she said, sweetly, enjoying his first
show of misery.