“Blood!” She seemed to gulp; then whispered on hoarsely: “will there be much blood?”
“You need not wait to see.”
For some moments she stood silent, staring at him as if fascinated.
“Charlot,” she said, “if I do what you want, will you marry me?”
“We will see.”
“I think there is good cause.”
“Very well, we will see.”
“I shall be ruined with my mistress.”
“The duke will find you compensation.”
“The duke! Does he know?”