‘I await your departure – but not for long,’ said his lordship. The Vicomte gave an exaggerated start. ‘A threat, Juliana! I scent it unerringly. He will presently shoot me: I am as good as dead, but if you give me the roses you wear at your breast I shall die happy.’ Vidal’s eye gleamed. ‘Will you go as happily through that window?’ he inquired.
