At last: "The price for my services," he said deliberately, "is that you marry me as soon as we reach England."
"Marry you!" In spite of her utmost resolution she started, and slightly shrank. "You still desire that?"
"I still desire it," he said.
"And if I refuse?" she questioned, her voice very low.
"You will not refuse," he returned, with conviction. "You dare not refuse."
She stood silent.
"And that being so," said Pierre, with a certain doggedness peculiarly at variance with his fierce and headlong nature, "that being so, Mademoiselle Stephanie, would it not be wiser for you to yield at once?"
"To yield, monsieur?"
Her eyes sought his for the fraction of a second. He was still closely watching her.
"To give me your promise," he said. "It is all I shall ask of you. I shall be satisfied with that."