"I have covered your heads," Henri was saying in French, "because it is

not well that our brave Belgians should know that they have been betrayed

by those of their own number."

It was a cold and terrible Henri who spoke.

"Take them away," he said to the waiting men.

A few moments later he turned from the door and heard Sara Lee sobbing

in her room. He tapped, and on receiving no reply he went in. The room

was unharmed, and by the light of a candle he saw the girl, face down on

the bed. He spoke to her, but she only lay crouched deeper, her

shoulders shaking.

"It is war, mademoiselle," he said, and went closer. Then suddenly all

the hurt of the past days, all the bitterness of the last hour, were

lost in an overwhelming burst of tenderness.

He bent over her and put his arms round her.

"That I should have hurt you so!" he said softly. "I, who would die for

you, mademoiselle. I who worship you." He buried his face in the warm

hollow of her neck and held her close. He was trembling. "I love you,"

he whispered. "I love you."

She quieted under his touch. He was very strong, and there was refuge

in his arms. For a moment she lay still, happier than she had been for

weeks. It was Henri who was shaken now and the girl who was still.

But very soon came the thing that, after all, he expected. She drew

herself away from him, and Henri, sensitive to every gesture, stood back.

"Who are they?" was the first thing she said. It rather stabbed him.

He had just told her that he loved her, and never before in his careless

young life had he said that to any woman.

"Spies," he said briefly.

A flushed and tearful Sara Lee stood up then and looked up at him gravely.

"Then--that is what you do?"

"Yes, mademoiselle."

Quite suddenly she went to him and held up her face.

"Please kiss me, Henri," she said very simply. "I have been cruel and

stupid, and--"

But he had her in his arms then, and he drew her close as though he

would never let her go. He was one great burst of joy, poor Henri. But

when she gently freed herself at last it was to deliver what seemed for

a time his death wound.

"You have paid me a great tribute," she said, still simply and gravely.

"I wanted you to kiss me, because of what you said. But that will have

to be all, Henri dear."




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