"What do you expect to gain by it?" asked Modigisel. "He won't exchange for you; only for the horse."
"But she--that nun-faced girl--shall not have him! And my time will come later!"
"If I release you from my patronage."
"You will."
"I don't know yet."
"Oh, yes, you will," she answered coaxingly.
But even as she spoke, she again threw back her head and closed her eyes.
* * * * *
After a brief slumber the bridegroom was shaken rudely by his brother.
"Up!" cried the latter; "Eugenia has come back. Let her take her place--"