"Ridiculous!" said Beverly, conscious for the first time that he was
seldom out of her thoughts. The realization came like a blow, and her
eyes grew very wide out there in the darkness.
"And you are troubled on his account. I know it, dear. You--"
"Well, Yetive, why shouldn't I be worried? I brought him here against
his will," protested Beverly. "If anything should happen to him--" she
shuddered involuntarily.
"Don't be afraid, Beverly. I have as much confidence in him as you
have. His eyes are true. Grenfall believes in him, too, and so does
Mr. Anguish. Gren says he would swear by him, no matter who he is."
"But the others?" Beverly whispered.
"Baron Dangloss is his friend, and so is Quinnox. They know a
_man_. The count is different."
"I loathe that old wretch!"
"Hush! He has not wronged you in any way."
"But he _has_ been unfair and mean to Baldos."
"It is a soldier's lot, my dear."
"But he may be Prince Dantan or Frederic or the other one, don't you
know," argued Beverly, clenching her hands firmly.
"In that event, he would be an honorable soldier, and we have nothing to
fear in him. Neither of them is our enemy. It is the possibility that he
is not one of them that makes his presence here look dangerous."
"I don't want to talk about him," said Beverly, but she was disappointed
when the princess obligingly changed the subject.
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