"
"Where then?"
She thought it over for a moment.
"At the stage-door of the theatre at one o'clock,"she said at
last. "We shall have finished rehearsal. Slip into the guichet
of the concierge. I will tell him to admit you, and send my
dresser to meet you there; she will bring you along to my room,
where we shall be undisturbed for at least half an hour."
He had perforce to be content with that, though he would so much
rather have seen her here again, where the faded tapestries and
soft-toned hangings made such a perfect background for her
delicate charm. He had every intention of confiding in Blakeney,
and of asking his help for getting Jeanne out of Paris as quickly
as may be.
Thus this perfect hour was past; the most pure, the fullest of joy
that these two young people were ever destined to know. Perhaps
they felt within themselves the consciousness that their great
love would rise anon to yet greater, fuller perfection when Fate
had crowned it with his halo of sorrow. Perhaps, too, it was that
consciousness that gave to their kisses now the solemnity of a
last farewell.
CHAPTER XI
THE LEAGUE OF THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL
Armand never could say definitely afterwards whither he went when
he left the Square du Roule that evening.
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