"Ah, but suppose thou wert?"
"Cry my eyes out, I think."
Hitherto Guy had spoken as if he were jesting. Now he changed his tone.
"Seriously, Elaine, I am thinking of it. Thou knowest thou camest hither for that object."
"I came hither for that!" cried I in hot indignation.
"Thou wert sent hither, then," answered Guy, half laughing at my tone. "Do not be so hot, little one. Monseigneur expects it, I can assure thee."
"Art thou going to wed me against my will? O Guy! I never thought it of thee!" exclaimed I pitifully.
For that was the bitterest drop—that Guy should be willing to part with me.
"No, no, my darling Lynette!" said Guy, taking my hands in his. "Thou shalt not be wed against thy will, I do assure thee. If thou dost not like the knight I had chosen, I will never force him upon thee. But it would be an excellent match,—and of course I should be glad to see thee comfortably settled. Thou mightest guess that."
Might I! That is just what I never should have guessed. Do men ever understand women?