“I love you – I love you – and I thought I would never see you again.”
“And I love you!” the Comte said. “Never again my darling, will I lose you. Nothing shall prevent you from being mine.”
He spoke with a violence that seemed to echo his kisses and it was only with a superhuman effort that Zena remembered that what he was saying was impossible.
“I – I must talk to – you,” she stuttered.
The Comte’s lips were pressed against her forehead.
“What is there to talk about?” he asked. “I have learnt that you are not who you pretended to be, and the Vicomte de Villerny is really the Comte de Castelnaud.”
Zena raised her face to look up at him.
“You – know who Kendric – is?”
“They told me at the Gendarmerie that he is your twin brother,” the Comte smiled. “I was so overwhelmingly glad at
