"What matters it now, belovèd," she sighed, "since you have them both?"
Renwick smiled.
"Nothing. I only wondered why you've kept me dangling so long."
She was silent a moment.
"I—I have been afraid."
"Of what?"
"I do not know. It is the Tzigane in my blood which reads into the future——"
She paused and he laughed gayly.
"Because I am a foreigner——"
"I have not always loved the English. I have thought them cold, different from my people."