She saw his bandaged arm, and looked at him with love. "Do you despise me very much?" she asked. "No," he replied; "I would not marry a goddess." "Nor I," she said, "a philosopher." Then they kissed each other, and thenceforward their relationship was simple. But in spite of the labours of the day Savrola had no time for rest. There was much to do, and, like all men who have to work at a terrible pressure for a short period, he fell back on the resources of medicine. He went to a little cabinet in the corner of the room and poured himself out a potent drug, something that would dispense with sleep and give him fresh energy and endurance. Then he sat down and began to write orders and instructions and to sign the pile of papers he had brought with him from the Mayoralty. Lucile, seeing him thus employed, betook herself to her room. It was about one o'clock in the morning when there came a ringing at the bell. Savrola, mindful of the old nurse, ran down and opened the door himself. Tiro, in plain clothes, entered. "I have come to warn you," he said. "Of what?" "Someone has informed the Council that you have released the prisoners. They have summoned an urgency meeting. Do you think you can hold them?" "The devil!" said Savrola pensively. Then after a pause he added, "I will go and join them." "There are stages laid by road to the frontier," said the Subaltern. "The President made me arrange them in case he should wish to send Her Excellency away. If you decide to give up the game you can escape by these; they will hold them to my warrant." "No," said Savrola. "It is good of you to think of it; but I have saved this people from tyranny and must now try to save them from themselves." "You have saved the lives of my brother-officers," said the boy; "you can count on me." Savrola looked at him and an idea struck him. "These relays were ordered to convey Her Excellency to neutral territory; they had better be so used. Will you conduct her?" "Is she in this house?" inquired the Subaltern. "Yes," said Savrola bluntly. Tiro laughed; he was not in the least scandalised. "I am beginning to learn more politics every day," he said. "You wrong me," said Savrola; "but will you do as I ask?" "Certainly, when shall I start?" "When can you?" "I will bring the travelling-coach round in half-an-hour." "Do," said Savrola. "I am grateful to you. We have been through several experiences together." They shook hands warmly, and the Subaltern departed to get the carriage. Savrola went up-stairs and, knocking at Lucile's door, informed her of the plan. She implored him to come with her. "Indeed I wish I could," he said; "I am sick of this; but I owe it to them to see it out. Power has little more attraction for me. I will come as soon as things are settled, and we can then be married and live happily ever afterwards."