"Fifteen minutes, Maman."
"Thy father would not hear of it."
"He need not know. When he goes down after dinner—to set the work for the 'prentices."
Maman hesitated one moment longer, but that final hesitation was useless by now. The fortress had yielded to the powerful weapons of the loved one in tears.
"Very well," she said. And Rose Marie jumped to her feet with a little cry of triumph. "But remember," continued maman with stern, upraised finger, "it shall be ten minutes and no more."
CHAPTER XX
—So that hour died
Like odour rapt into the winged wind