"You shall never be his."
"Allow me to ask you a question, my lord," she exclaimed. "Have you never loved before?"
"Never, until I saw you."
"Who is Adéle?"
At this question he turned pale, and it was only by the exercise of a great effort that he mastered his emotion.
She saw him change color and gnaw his nether lip and drew her own conclusions.
"I do not know any one of that name," he replied. "What induces you to ask me?"
"Never mind. Perhaps it was a silly fancy of mine."
"Once more; will you be mine?" he urged.
"Give me time to think."