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"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 the men

A few mo

in her roo no reply he went in The rooirl, 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 overwhel burst of tenderness

He bent over her and put his arms round her

"That I should have hurt you so!" he said softly "I, ould die for

you, mademoiselle I orship you" He buried his face in the war "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