“Peacemaker as usual, mademoiselle,” cried Denys, with a happy, grateful smile.
“Indeed, indeed, it is nothing of the sort. Denys said last night that——”
“Never mind what I said in my anger, Lucette; I am sorry.”
“But it was so causeless, so unjust, so—so horrible,” and she put her hands to her ears as if in horror at the mere recollection.
Denys captured them then in his strong hands and held her a prisoner, while Gabrielle turned away.
“Let me go, Denys, let me go; how dare you!” cried Lucette, as if in anger, and commenced to struggle, tapping her foot and averting her head as he strove to kiss her. “Let me go I say.”
“Not till you say all that foolish quarrel is over, and you have kissed me.”
“I will not. I will not. Let me go,” she cried, keeping up the pretence of anger.
“Kiss me then.”
“I will not. How dare you force me like this?”