When Robert turned the man turned also and said in a low tone:
"Mr. Lennox!"
"St. Luc!" exclaimed Robert. "Are you quite mad? Don't you know that
your life is in danger every instant?"
"I am not mad, nor is the risk as great as you think. Walk on by my
side, as if you knew me."
"I did not think, chevalier, that your favorite role was that of a
spy."
"Nor is it. This New York of yours is a busy city, and a man, even a
Frenchman, may come here for other reasons than to learn military
secrets."
Robert stared at him, but St. Luc admonished him again to look in
front of him, and walk on as if they were old acquaintances on some
business errand.
"I don't think you want to betray me to the English," he said.
"No, I don't," said Robert, "though my duty, perhaps, should make me
do so."
"But you won't. I felt assured of it, else I should not have spoken to
you."
"What duty, other than that of a spy, can have brought you to New
York?"
"Why make it a duty? It is true the times are troubled, and full of
wars, but one, on occasion, may seek his pleasure, nevertheless. Let
us say that I came to New York to see the play which both of us
witnessed last night.
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