He was looking forward with dubious hopes to a possible extension of
his guardianship, involving a voyage across the Atlantic and the
triumphant delivery of the Countess, so to speak, into the eager arms
of her country's ambassador at Paris. He was now in a state of mind
that inspired him with the belief that it would be a joy to die for
her. If he died for her, she would always remember him as a brave,
devoted champion; she would exalt him; in her tender, grateful heart
there would always be a corner for him, even to the end of her days,--
even to the end of her days on the throne of her country's ruler. Far
better that he should die for her,--and have it all over with,--than
that he should live to see her the wife of--But invariably he ceased
dreaming at this point and admitted that it would be infinitely more
satisfying to live. It was his matter-of-fact contention that while
there is life there is hope.
When the hour came for the departure from Hart's Tavern he
deliberately engaged the two secret service men in conversation in the
tap-room. Miss Cameron left the house by the rear door and was safely
ensconced in Peter's automobile long before he shook hands with the
"rat-catchers" and dashed out to join her.
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