"Then surely he is gone again?"
"I don't know," said Barbara.
Carford must have been a dull man indeed not to discern how the matter lay. There is no better time to press a lady than when she is chagrined with a rival and all her pride is under arms to fight her inclination.
"Surely, or he could not have shewn you such indifference—nay, I must call it discourtesy."
"He did me service."
"A gentleman, madame, should grow more, not less, assiduous when he is so happy as to have put a lady under obligation."
He had said enough, and restrained himself from a further attack.
"What will you do?" he went on.
"Alas, what can I do?" Then she cried, "This M. de Fontelles can't carry me off against my will."