"Then you have seen him?"
"Yes; is not that wonderful? I have seen him."
"And why could you not tell him yourself what you had to say? He and I do not agree about certain things, and I do not like to carry messages to him. And you have seen him here on this sacré sea-coast?"
"Exactly so; on this sacré sea-coast. Is it not odd that he should have known that I was here,—known the very inn we were at,—and known, too, whither I was going to-night?"
"He would learn that from the servants, my dear."
"No doubt. He has been good enough to amuse me with mysterious threats as to what he would do to punish me if I would not—"
"Become his wife?" suggested Sophie.
"Exactly. It was very flattering on his part. I certainly do not intend to become his wife."
"Ah, you like better that young Clavering who has the other sweetheart. He is younger. That is true."
"Upon my word, yes. I like my cousin, Harry Clavering, much better than I like your brother; but, as I take it, that has not much to do with it. I was speaking of your brother's threats. I do not understand them; but I wish he could be made to understand that if he has anything to do, he had better go and do it. As for marriage, I would sooner marry the first ploughboy I could find in the fields."