With a little scornful laugh she bade him begone.
"Stéphanie——"
She waved her white hand towards the gates of Ancelles.
"You have chosen. Adieu!"
She turned away with a scornful smile on her lips.
He sprang forward.
"Stéphanie, you must—you shall give way to me in this——"
Her small hand clenched.
"Monsieur, allow me to pass!"
He stood aside.