"Yonder where we're going," I said, "the word of M. de Perrencourt is law and his pleasure right."
She took alarm, and her voice trembled.
"He has promised—Madame told me," she stammered. "Ah, Simon, must I go? Yet I should be worse here."
"You must go. What can we do here? I go willingly."
"For what?"
"To serve you, if it be in my power. Will you listen?"
"Quick, quick. Tell me!"
"Of all that he swore, he will observe nothing. Hush, don't cry out. Nothing."
I feared that she would fall, for she reeled where she stood. I dared not support her.
"If he asks a strange thing, agree to it. It's the only way."