"Monsieur," she exclaimed, "you really must not----"
"Ah, but, Mademoiselle," he interrupted, "so much depends upon your
answer."
"Absurd!" she murmured. "I really do not see why I should answer such a
question at all."
"You will be merciful?" he begged, lowering his tone.
"I will," she answered. "I hope you will appreciate my confidence. I am
not engaged to Sir George Duncombe."
His sigh of relief was marvellous. She found it harder than ever to keep
the laughter from her eyes.
"Mademoiselle," he declared, "it makes me happy to have you say this."
"Really, Vicomte!" she protested.
"The situation, too," he said, "becomes less complex. We can very easily
deal with him now. He shall annoy you no more!"
"But he doesn't annoy me," she answered calmly. "On the contrary I
should like to see him very much, if I were permitted."
"Mademoiselle will understand well the indiscretion," he said earnestly.
She sighed a little wearily.
"I am afraid," she said, "that I find it a little hard to understand
anything clearly, but you see that I trust you. I will not see him."
"Mademoiselle is very wise," he answered.
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