She laughed, half-exultantly, half-dubiously, peeping at him through her lowered lashes. "I wonder if you'll still say that when—when you've seen—my mother," she murmured.
He kissed her again, kissed anew the dimples that showed and vanished so alluringly. "You will see presently, my Daphne," he said. "But I'm going to have you, you know. That's quite understood, isn't it?"
"Yes," whispered Dinah, with docility.
"No more running away," he insisted. "That's past and done with."
She gave him a fleeting smile. "I couldn't if—if I wanted to."
"I'm glad you realize that," he said.
She clung to him suddenly with a little movement that was almost convulsive. "Oh, are you sure—quite sure—that you wouldn't rather marry Rose de Vigne?"
He uttered his careless laugh. "My dear child, there are plenty of Roses in the world. There is only one—Daphne—Daphne, the fleet of foot—Daphne, the enchantress!"
She clung to him a little faster. "And there is only one Apollo," she murmured. "Apollo the magnificent!"
"We seem to be quite a unique couple," laughed Eustace, with his lips upon her hair.