“You will drive me mad, monsieur,” she cried impetuously.
“Because I use the tone you have taught me?”
“I say you shall not do this insane thing.”
Her passion mounted fast enough now, and I was not unwilling to feed the fire. Anything rather than her contempt.
“Very well. Then shall we go in and play a hand at cards while these gentlemen outside complete their plans? Allow me,” and I made a mocking pretence to offer my arm.
She drew back and trembled with anger.
“How dare you!” she cried.
I flung up my hands.
“You are difficult to please, mademoiselle,” I said, smiling airily.
“Will you give me your word?”