"
"And after?"
"After, perhaps. But you must not expose yourself to any danger."
"No, dear," he said, and kissed her; "what danger is there, provided I
keep my wits about me? He steals upon men only in their sleep and in the
dark."
"Be careful, nevertheless."
"I shall. In fact, I think he is not at home at this moment. If I go now
I may be able to get hold of the manuscript and hide it before he
returns."
"I cannot but tremble to think of you in that house."
"You shall have no more reason to tremble in a day or two."
"Shall I see you to-morrow?"
"I don't think so. I must go over my papers and things so as to be ready
at any moment to leave the house."
"And then?"
"Then--"
He took her in his arms and looked long and deeply into her eyes.
"Yes," she replied--"at least, perhaps."
Then he turned to go, resolute and happy. How strangely he had matured
since the summer! Her heart swelled with the consciousness that it was
her love that had effected this transformation.
"As I cannot expect you to-morrow, I shall probably go to the opera, but
I shall be at home before midnight.
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