She would not have it from any
man in the world.
"If you will pick up my handkerchief--ah, thank you! We must travel
different roads in this matter. You have warned; let me prophesy. His
Highness Valmond Napoleon will come out of this with more honour than
yourself."
"Thanks to you, then," he said gallantly, for he admired her very
stubbornness.
"Thanks to himself. I honestly believe that you will be ashamed of your
part in this, one day."
"In any case, I will force the matter to a conclusion," he answered
firmly. "The fantastic thing must end."
"When?"
"Within a few days."
"When all is over, perhaps you will have the honesty to come and tell me
which was right--you or I. Goodbye."
Elise was busy at her kitchen fire. She looked up, startled, as her
visitor entered. Her heavy brow grew heavier, her eyes gleamed sulkily,
as she dragged herself forward with weariness, and stood silent and
resentful. Why had this lady of the Manor come to her? Madame Chalice
scarcely knew how to begin, for, in truth, she wanted to be the girl's
friend, and she feared making her do or say some wild thing.
She looked round the quiet room.
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