‘Do you believe all Constantine tells you?’ I asked.
‘Why shouldn’t I? He’s my cousin, and—’
‘And your suitor?’
She flung her head back proudly.
‘I have no shame in that,’ she answered.
‘You would accept his offer?’
‘Since you ask, I will answer. Yes. I had promised my uncle that I would.’
‘Good God!’ said I, for I was very sorry for her.
The emphasis of my exclamation seemed to startle her afresh. I felt her glance rest on me in puzzled questioning.
‘Did Constantine let you see the old woman whom I sent to him?’ I demanded.