'Put no price. You know my heart. I guess—or fancy. It relates to your Chief?'
Dacier smiled in a way to show the lock without the key; and she was insensibly drawn nearer to him, speculating on the smile.
'Try again,' said he, keenly appreciating the blindness to his motive of her studious dark eyes, and her open-lipped breathing.
'Percy! I must be right.'
'Well, you are. He has decided!'
'Oh! that is the bravest possible. When did you hear?'
'He informed me of his final decision this afternoon.'
'And you were charged with the secret all the evening, and betrayed not a sign! I compliment the diplomatic statesman. But when will it be public?'
'He calls Parliament together the first week of next month.'
'The proposal is—? No more compromises!'