"Come away from this hateful place with me--now, this minute. You need never see Bernheim again as long as you live. Listen. My friend Ross has a motor-car. I can manage it--so there will be only us two. Run into your hotel for a thick cloak, and meet me as quickly as you can behind the tennis-courts. If we go full speed we'll catch the night-boat at Dieppe. It will be a wild race for our life happiness. Come." In his excitement he rose and pulled her to her feet. They faced each other for a few glorious moments, panting for breath, and then Princess Ottilie broke down and cried bitterly. "I can't dear, I can't. I must marry Bernheim. It is to save my mother from something dreadful. I don't know what it is--but she went on her knees to me, and I promised." "If there's a woman in Europe capable of getting out of her difficulties unaided it is the Princess Rabomirski," said Somerset. "I am not going to let you be sold. You are mine, Ottilie, and by Heaven, I'm going to have you. Come." He urged, he pleaded, he put his strong arms around her as if he would carry her away bodily. He did everything that a frantic young man could do. But the more the little Princess wept, the more inflexible she became. Somerset had not realized before this steel in her nature. Raging and vehemently urging he accompanied her back to the Casino steps. "Would you like to say good-bye to me to-morrow morning, instead of to-night?" she asked, holding out her hand. "I am never going to say good-bye," cried Somerset. "I shall slip out to-morrow morning for a last swim--at six o'clock," she said, unheeding his exclamation. "Our train goes at ten." Then she came very close to him. "Vince dear, if you love me, don't make me more unhappy than I am." It was an appeal to his chivalry. He kissed her hand, and said: "At six o'clock."