He said sternly, thus proving his anger at himself, and the failure of his judgment,—
“Permit me not to reply to that to-night. I should like to consider.”
She looked at him half stupefied.
“What do you mean?” she said. “Have I, or have I not, removed your doubts, your insulting suspicions? Perhaps you wish to consult one of my enemies?”
She spoke in a tone of such profound disdain, that Daniel, stung to the quick, forgot the discretion which he had intended to observe, and said,—
“Since you insist upon it, Miss Brandon, I must confess that there is one doubt which you have not removed.”
“Which?”
Daniel hesitated, regretting the words he had allowed to escape him. But he had gone too far now to retract. He replied,—
“I do not understand, Miss Brandon, how you can marry Count Ville- Handry.”
“Why not?”