“You’ll drive me away from you and from Morvaix,” he said angrily.
“Oh, you’ll soon be back again.”
“You think you can play with me as you will.”
“Stupid! As if I cared where you go! But you can’t leave Gabrielle. You can be many nasty things, but at least you can’t be untrue to your trust.”
His angry features relaxed somewhat at this.
“I wish I could read your heart.”
“So does Antoine.”
Angered again at this, a hot retort was stayed on his lips as Gabrielle de Malincourt stepped out of one of the tall windows of the terrace close to them.
“Ah, my good Denys, and, of course, Lucette,” she said with a smile.
“It should be the other order, mademoiselle, I fear,” he answered. “Lucette, and of course, Denys. It is Denys who is ‘of course.’”